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authorSt33v <github@f3rr3t.com>2026-01-29 15:10:51 +1100
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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