You are what you listen to
They say good music should be appreciated, and that’s exactly what I try to do every break of dawn, every moment my head’s heavy and my heart’s cold or warm. Whatever the situation even when my world’s tearing apart I still do.
Look, I don’t know what kind of music you love to your ears. I probably will never understand what type of lyrics your ears embrace.
But this is me, I don’t do primitive . I love my music dark, I love my lyrics sensual, I’m in love with music that only caresses my cochlea. I savour music that makes love to my eardrums.
Don’t be so quick to judge. I’m in no need of being painted. I’m no Saint and don’t saints sin too? Yes I listen to arrays of sex songs, hard or not. I listen to love making songs and my love making lyrics are of decorum. I mean my music don’t promote sexual abuse, it does not make you feel deprived of your dignity by the society. No. It appreciates all forms of humanity.
The skies with the moon and stars mean much more to me than the skies with a bright sunshine. The moon makes me dance in ways the sun will never comprehend. To more reasons I love my lyrics dark and depressing. I love my lyrics soaring through my labyrinth threatening to tear its details apart. My ears savour what takes my spirit to a whole new world, where delusions are brought to reality
Is good music really good if it don’t tear your soul apart, if it don’t scatter your feelings all over making you feel like you want to escape reality and if it don’t trigger a ton of emotions?
Is good music really good if it don’t make you feel perfection exists in another world, if it don’t touch your soul in every sensual way, if it don’t make you happy beyond your expectations and if the lyrics don’t intoxicate you?
Is good music really good if it don’t take you to a place of uninterrupted calm and tranquillity?
I mean my ears savour dirt in decorum, darkness in it’s purest form and that makes my music substantial.
THURSDAY ❣️❣️
UTTERLY COMPELLING 