Everyone I know in or around Munich is ok but it's still not clear what happens across the city.
There was nothing much to say through sadness and shame and the Galaxy Guitar jumped into it. She wasn't even tuned that well but that just meant play individual strings and bend them to suit. Some fast tempo sort of blues came out of that and lyrics were flying about but nothing is recorded and shouldn't be, at least not by me. It was sounding surprisingly good.
There's really only one thought behind it and that doesn't require a song. Until everyone accepts individual responsibility for all this killing, it won't ever stop.
Meanwhile, nothing makes sense outside the music. Sophistry became the new Gospel and it's impenetrable except with more of it. Germans ask of their parents why no-one stopped Hitler but no-one tries to stop it now. There is no Hitler, only bad ideas and they're up in lights downtown.
They don't need music and bands usually get pissed off when their music is stolen for that farce of an election.
Music remains the only real sanctuary. It's the only time when there's no room to think of anything else.
There was nothing much to say through sadness and shame and the Galaxy Guitar jumped into it. She wasn't even tuned that well but that just meant play individual strings and bend them to suit. Some fast tempo sort of blues came out of that and lyrics were flying about but nothing is recorded and shouldn't be, at least not by me. It was sounding surprisingly good.
There's really only one thought behind it and that doesn't require a song. Until everyone accepts individual responsibility for all this killing, it won't ever stop.
Meanwhile, nothing makes sense outside the music. Sophistry became the new Gospel and it's impenetrable except with more of it. Germans ask of their parents why no-one stopped Hitler but no-one tries to stop it now. There is no Hitler, only bad ideas and they're up in lights downtown.
They don't need music and bands usually get pissed off when their music is stolen for that farce of an election.
Music remains the only real sanctuary. It's the only time when there's no room to think of anything else.
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