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+cover:
+description = A desert landscape strewn with broken musical instruments.
+file = 1400-track1.jpg
+
+more_label: Lyrics  
+  
+--more  
+  
+We gather here to mark the passing  
+Of song, of sound, of joy once known  
+It is said that heart has left the music  
+And all that’s left is cold as stone  
+  
+[Mini-Chorus]  
+This is the end of music — again!  
+  
+[Verse 1]  
+They feared the worldly airs and dances,  
+Passion in a minstrel’s art  
+They said “too much will stir the body,  
+And tempt the weak of heart”  
+[delicate lute or guitar flourishes beneath]  
+  
+[Mini-Chorus]  
+This is the end of music — again!   
+  
+[Verse  2]  
+When the organ grinder’s barrel turned  
+And the music box began to play  
+They said “these cogs will choke the spirit,  
+And drive the troubadours away”  
+[soft tambourine accents, rustle of crank handles]  
+  
+[Mini-Chorus]  
+This is the end of music — again!  
+  
+[Verse 3]  
+The needle hit the vinyl spinning  
+A backbeat set the hips aflame  
+They banned the twist, they cursed young Elvis,  
+And swore the world would never be the same  
+[hint of crowd screams fading into tape hiss]  
+  
+[Mini-Chorus]  
+This is the end of music — again!  
+  
+[Verse 4 – late 20th century studio vibe; warm electric piano, synth pads, steady kick]  
+Then came the screens, the glowing faders  
+D. A. W. that bent both time and tone  
+We cut and pasted perfect moments  
+But lost a little of the unknown  
+[gentle 4/4 pulse, slightly metronomic, to imply regularisation]  
+  
+[Mini-Chorus]  
+This is the end of music — again!  
+  
+[Verse 5]  
+Now algorithms flood the airwaves  
+With echoes dressed in borrowed skin  
+They mine the soul, they strip the voices,  
+And call the hollow heart a win  
+[gradual crescendo, real strings and human breath sounds]  
+  
+[Final Chorus]  
+This is the end of music — again!  
+We’ve heard it all before, my friend  
+And still the song begins anew  
+The end is never quite the end  
+  
+The end is never quite the end  
+--more