What Music
Means To Me 2
By Ruben Blue
As a child, I gave music little thought
I'd rather go play than be musically taught
I heard mostly Gospel and How Great Thou Art
and country too, Johnny Cash a big part
As a boy playing baseball til after dark
music was nonsense, meant more for girls
I had no interest for a musical spark
It was out of mind, like hidden pearls
I did not hear harmonies in younger years
it was almost as if I had wax in my ears
As a teenager growing up, it finally hit me
The magic of music was melody
Electric guitars came when I was born
Changed music into rock and roll
Now music was louder, more people could hear
the nuances of notes now became clear
I soon found out that music was fun
Beatles and Stones, and bands on the run
it seemed like every day had it's song
The feelings they brought were never wrong
My music adventures took me out west
The Beach Boys lifestyle seemed like the best
Those Hollywood nights in those Hollywood Hills
or at the Rainbow for my rock and roll thrills
Laurel Canyon was where musicians lived
Hippies loved music, they were all in a band
The clubs had replaced the warm beach sand
The culture was music, where else could you stand
The rock and roll world was perfect for me
like a hundred birds flying into a tree
like the crashing waves from the deepest sea
like stars above twinkling down at me
Music cascaded like a waterfall
The euphoria of love, and that's not all
From sadness and heartbreak and desolation row
to hope and pride and more fun at the show
I bought a guitar and started to sing
just to feel the joy it would bring
Now I heard harmonies, the amp was key
no more wax, my ears were free
I played gospel and country and blues,
but rockabilly was my true passion
Singing Elvis with blue suede shoes
everything 50's was now in fashion
Punk music pierced the music scene
defying all rules, God Save the Queen
Alternative, new wave, and hip-hop too
Goth was in style so I dyed my hair blue
I started a magazine, called it SCRATCH
to promote the musicians I knew at a glance
With fans and scenesters of the music scene
and photos too, a social media thing
The magazine rocked, for years and years
A picture was worth a thousand words
but a song is worth a thousand pictures
How else can you capture the soaring of birds
Los Angeles was the new music king
The magazine grew, it was my thing
Then metal came, like ringing a sword
Axl Rose, Bret Michaels, and Marc Ford
The girls would come and girls would go
but the music endured from show to show
Variations blended with distortion chords
at the Rock City News Awards
Music publishing ran through my blood
but then faded out, like the end of a flood
my passion still lived, but the thrill was gone
I retired to the desert to find my song
The golden dreams of my yesterday
were now good ol' days, as they say
but I found inspiration reliving my past
50,000 bands, wow, what a blast
I now listen to YouTube, a revolution in sound
every song, every artist, can be found
I love that old-time rock and roll
and to hear what I love is my goal
I don't hear music as much as I did
or play the volume as loud as before
My ears and mind are more sensitive now
if it's too emotional I just close the door
But even in silence, songs play in my head
The last song I hear echoes into my bed
My thoughts flow better without distraction
and when I hear music, it's pure satisfaction
My hair's turning gray now, my is body worn
I don't care to remember what day I was born
But good dreams, like music, do not fade away
Good songs are pure magic and stay that way
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