There's a feeling in music and it
carries you back down the road you have traveled and makes you travel it
again. Or it takes you back down the road somebody else has come and
you can look out across the world from the hill they are standing on.
Sometimes when I hear music I think
back over my days - and a feeling that is fifty-fifty joy and pain
swells like clouds taking all kinds of shape in my mind - If it is joy
it is of such a treasured sort and such a fine make that the thought of
its passing is near to pain - and you can see how pain has paid you a
profit in its own strange way - and the joy of the sadness is like a
raindrop falling in the sun.
Music is on the radio - I notice that
as I listen, I think of my mistakes, ill words, wasted time, and the
next note I think of who I love and who I hate, and the success I've had
at both, and of my tomorrow's chances. And I feel like a singing god
riding on a cloud snapping my fingers and ruling a universe.
Music is a tone of voice, the sound
life uses to keep the living alive. They call us back many times a day
from the brinks of torture - the holes of superstition. There never was a
sound that was not music - there's no real trick of creating words to
set to music - once you realize that the word is the music and the
people are the song.
There's A Feeling In Music
Words by Woody Guthrie,
Words by Woody Guthrie,
Excerpt from Woody Guthrie
diary entry written on 3/16/1942
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