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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