I Hear Dinosaur Music. It’s Beautiful Music.

We hit the supreme overload
And the great amplifier began to explode
Smoke is slowly clearing away
And the whole universe is a giant guitar

The Last Of The New Wave Riders, Utopia

If I write a song with just the right lyrics,
with just the right melody and harmony,
if it’s all performed in just the right rhythm,
I wonder if this musical alchemy
could generate sympathetic vibrations
in the six strings that are perfectly in tune
on the guitar that is the whole universe
and I wonder if that meta-harmony
could generate sympathetic vibrations
in the badly tuned six strings on the guitars
that are us, our awareness in the music,
and I wonder, if everything is just right,
could all that bring the dinosaurs back to life?

Whatever killed the dinosaurs didn’t kill
creatures like sharks, crocodiles and dragonflies.

It’s an old song and no one knows the lyrics.

If it was that girl, she wasn’t my baby.

So, set ’em up, Joe. It’s time for two new songs.
One for the dinosaurs. And one for the road.

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