The Crisis Of Tonality Has Not Yet Been Solved; Because The Solution Is Built On Wisdom

I and count less than 20 groundbreaking songs, and I almost see no hope of making one that unifies them all.

The songs we need, the songs humanity deserves, disable you from taking the turn to your office or work.

And have you continue driving, until the end of the road.

Where you begin walking the great trails, The Appalachian, Pacific Crest, and Continental Divide.

And return, years later, well read, dignified, strong, and young.

Don't tell me that the crisis of tonality has been solved, because when I turn on the radio I can only hear shards of glass.

And the lyrics, the lyrics, sound like a tombstone inscription.

Over and done, no one will rise.

Because there is no music, no hope of sunrise.

We have been made poor, as a rule.

Do not be angry with me, please help me save the real music.

Most human beings will tap a foot to radio, and very few will cry at the opera.

Real human music, begins with tears to the aria.

Out of sheer incompetence, by mistake we are lucky to know that it is like.

The blue Diva Dance scene that we all love so much, teaches the starting point to real music.

There is as much silence as acoustic violence, all stitched with one of the most beautiful solos.

Let me restate the above, we know dirt little about real music.

And what your so called stars do in their free time, their ideology, or just lyrics, shows the kind of dirt.

This is why we don’t cry to music, most of us never heard real music.

Had you heard real music, you would be offended by what is sold today.

We do have something, we have long Concerts, we have the Opera and the wonderful Aria.

But the storytelling, the enabling of the mind, is either incoherent, outdated of too dreamy.

Allow me to restate again, the storytelling is dead.

I wish I knew why, a good conspiracy would be a stretch here.

Maybe it is because everyone forgot about, growing all the way up and greatness.

Maybe poverty and constant stress, is much more powerful than any of us can hope to see.

The center of town Colosseum, where each finds a break.

Before they return to work, and in the process forget dirt from inspiration.

Perhaps worked all too well, a couple of thousand years of abuse will leave a mark.

But if we step into a cathedral, and imagine a real diva singing about rising.

With headphones like acoustics, where she sings to each first and all second.

And the instruments are not just musical, but the best and noblest within us.

We may begin to solve the crisis, the Crisis of Tonality that was solved wrong.

The Cathedral, the Diva, The Wise Lyrics, The Choir, The tick and the Moog module.

They can go around the mad world, to heal the wild thing within each of us.

We don’t have to knock on heavens door, the November rain can stop, the final countdown is here.

But Ladies and Gentleman, the artists have thus far, have been too small.

Almost hand picked for self destruction, and the destruction of promise of music.

Don’t be mad at me for pointing out the obvious, begin your work with Artificial Intelligence.

It takes a generation, to make one good song.