That Thing We Do to Silence

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Dean Omori (born Dean Francis Bedwell, 5 July 1968) is an English singer-songwriter, poet and producer. Omori is the Japanese word for "big forest". His work is often connected to humanitarian causes and addresses human rights, war, environment, prejudice and philosophical issues. Omori is the founder of The Art of Protest, an organisation set up to encourage protest through art and music. more »

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In the last 60 years music has strained and roared
It has disowned us
Empowered us
Released us
Defined us
And it drives us all home
Music has given us a soundtrack to live in
The symphony for love
A score for both pregnancy and suicide
And a soundscape for happiness and longing
It provokes prejudice
Anarchy
Freedom
Justice
Music can make your skin shiver
Your tempo shift
And your love organs come to life
It is no better to a rich mans ears than for that of the poor
Music is the choreographer of dance
Yet music evokes all of this without being touched or fully understood
It is airborne
It is ephemeral
It is dream theory and then it is gone
But I am scared by the banality of modern music and its reason to be
They've stolen its honesty
Rendered it superficial
A commodity worthless
A gameshow
Empty gesture
A competition
An advertising tool
Money makes you God or irrelevant
But what of music's utter sublimity
It's profound tragedy
Its hedonistic glory
The treasures that come not immediately
But brew upon your soul with time and love
The music that forces you to pull over and cry unashamedly
To fill you with the full force of life
And in time music shall return you
To a moment of intense accuracy
Our musical collective of this world is enormous
Life affirming
Varied
Vibrant
Grinding
Intelligent
Sad and wild
So filled with dreams and instinct
That it burns with the self same energy
That once lit mankind's greatest journey's
But if music is anything
Then it is defiant
It is stitched into the lub dub of every heart
Music is quite simply our greatest gift to the world
And I hear it alive and inventive in cafes
In clubs
On street corners
On rooftops
Online and offshore
Deep inside your head
On your lips
In the harmony and disharmony of the lives and our loves
Our musical presence is emanating through the walls of motel rooms
On bad speakers
On the low end beats teenage cars
Handed around on headphones
It lives on the curves of her rhythm
The gravel of her voice
And on the bass of his words
Let it be invented in bedrooms
In prison yards
With attitude and reason
Make it without time signatures
Play off the notes
Dream it
Live it
Bend it
Break it
Offend God
Don't apologize
Turn it up
Record the cries and the agonies of love
Bang buckets
Spit bars
Scream
Sing
Slam
Damn your soul
Condemn your body
Let your music be free
All children can sing
Make new music
Let it lift you
Make you better
Turn it up
Shout back at thunder
Move your body and soul
Lose the company
Find the rebel
Lose the pretence and the genre
Be proud
Not instructed
Be creative
It's only music
Learn how to hear it all over again
And throw the whole fucking world
At this beautiful thing we do to the silence

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