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IN THE RABBIT HOLE.

MUSIC.

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Sad Sad City – Ghostland Observatory

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CALL IT EMOTIONAL ELECTRO, THATS FINE.

GOLD GUNS GIRLS – METRIC REMIX

SON OF A GUN – JACOB PLANT REMIX

YACHT – DYSTOPIA

YOU WOULDN’T KNOW ME – VEXARE

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WE HAVE HEARTS SO THAT WE MAY HAVE BEATS.

CRAVE YOU – FLIGHT FACILITIES (ADVENTURE CLUB REMIX)

[audio http://k002.kiwi6.com/hotlink/xjy12gomu4/10_crave_you_adventure_club_remix.mp3]

THE VENT – BIG KRIT

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BE EASY – RADICAL SOMETHING (FEAT. KINETICS)

[audio http://k002.kiwi6.com/hotlink/77f0oi68ir/Be_Easy_feat_Kinetics.mp3]
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MUSIC.

“MUSIC EXPRESSES THAT WHICH CANNOT BE PUT INTO WORDS AND CANNOT REMAIN SILENT” – VICTOR HUGO

THIS STORY STARTS WITH THE CASTING OUT OF A SPIRIT.  PAUL AND SILAS WERE JAILED FOR THIS ACT.  I’M NOT TALKING ABOUT A MODERN DAY HOLDING CELL; THEY WERE BEATEN AND THROWN INTO A DEPRESSING, DARK, DAMP, STENCH RIDDEN DUNGEON.

ACTS 16:23-26 “AND WHEN THEY HAD LAID MANY STRIPES UPON THEM, THEY CAST THEM INTO PRISON, CHARGING THE JAILOR TO KEEP THEM SAFELY: WHO, HAVING RECEIVED SUCH A CHARGE, THRUST THEM INTO THE INNER PRISON, AND MADE THEIR FEET FAST IN THE STOCKS. AND AT MIDNIGHT PAUL AND SILAS PRAYED, AND SANG PRAISES UNTO GOD: AND THE PRISONERS HEARD THEM. AND SUDDENLY THERE WAS A GREAT EARTHQUAKE, SO THAT THE FOUNDATIONS OF THE PRISON WERE SHAKEN: AND IMMEDIATELY ALL THE DOORS WERE OPENED, AND EVERY ONE’S BANDS WERE LOOSED.”

I DON’T MUCH CARE ABOUT YOUR RELIGIOUS BELIEFS; IT’S THE UNDERTONES WE’RE TALKING ABOUT.  PAUL AND SILAS WERE IN A DARK PLACE, WITH NO FORESEEABLE RESOLUTION.  THEY SANG…THAT WHICH COULD NOT BE PUT INTO WORDS, BUT COULD NOT REMAIN SILENT. THEY WERE SET FREE.

IF GOD INHABITS THE PRAISES OF HIS PEOPLE, I BELIEVE IT’S BECAUSE REAL MUSIC COMES FROM THE DEEPEST, MOST SECRET PARTS OF WHO WE ARE. THERE IS MUCH TO BE LEARNED, MUCH TO BE APPRECIATED, AND MUCH TO BE INSPIRED BY IN THE SONG.

“IF A MAN DOES NOT KEEP PACE WITH HIS COMPANIONS, PERHAPS IT IS BECAUSE HE HEARS A DIFFERENT DRUMMER. LET HIM STEP TO THE MUSIC WHICH HE HEARS, HOWEVER MEASURED OR FAR AWAY.”  -HENRY DAVID THOREAU

THE MUSIC FEATURED HERE HAS CUT THROUGH ME LIKE A KNIFE.

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