Guitar twanging a gently melody, sending it slowly through air
currents, disturbing very little within a creative mind, although
touching particles of a mindful and intense intellect.
Riding humorously down rhythmic levels of liveliness, listening
to words of deference, finding them slightly irritating, yet
letting them intimidate intellect wisely.
Bringing together incongruent thoughts, allowing them to slowly
step into synch with sounds of friction, deliberate and totally
perfunctionary, purposely jarring minds into accepting the un-
acceptable through music and it's unusual coded rhythms.
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This is an unexpected strategy. You realized music could reach a mind steeled against certain truths because, I suppose, it has an innate charm that disarms opposition, and so what must eventually be admitted slips past the defenses and takes up residence in the mind. It must be a relief to find music's CODED RHYTHMS can accomplish what must happen one way or another. Music is that ingratiating other way.