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Just a Sub-Blog for personals and my writing (since these days I have been pretty lazy and un-creative, mostly just personal thoughts). It'd be need nice to get some follows.

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I don't care what you say. Music isn't made from the guitar strings. It's not made from the brr dat brr dat brr dat sounds that the drums make. Or the painful moans that a bass spray. Music is music from what the lyrics say. Because they come from the heart,and the heart tends to spill this ink. This type of ink that comes from the brain waves of painful dying ache. Fuel with emotion that pours and pours unto these line waves. And all you wanna do is hear a guitar sang? Nah man, These lyrics can be filled with hate. Hate that makes the eyes quake. That makes you wanna say. "Man I fill ya pain" These words that fly with the rhythm can make a heart sang. Change somebody's day. Make someone's fate... This is how music is made. Guitars are Guitars. Drums are Drums. Bass is a Bass. But lyrics.....only can save the day...