For All the Unheard

Bouncing Souls: "For All the Unheard."
A guitar collects dust like his heart,
Soundless and still
A girl collapses on her bed
Writing words never read,
Troubled youth spills over into
Troubled life, and at times
We walk alone with our troubled minds

A guitar strikes a chord hits a misery so hard so bold
Sounding through this world where it's so hard to feel that gold

It's running through us all
A beauty
Buried deep under a river of grief
Where the Muddy Waters flow and the stones don't roll

This is for all the unheard,
All the music left behind
All the songs
Left on the floors in the closets of our minds
Where's the passion gone in our hearts?
Lost somewhere in the grind
It's time to bring it back
It's time to unwind
Find what we lost
It's time
It's time to bring it back

A lost song lingers on
Bouncing off stars on and on
A moment gone or is it looking for you
To sing its tune

Troubled youth spills over into
Troubled life, and at times
We walk alone with our troubled minds

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I wrote a letter to a friend once, never gave it to her. But here's a bit from it:

"Sometimes an intense sort of terror overcomes me over something completely stupid. I think about all the people I'll never meet. Ever. It's impossible to encounter them all. And that scares me somehow. What am I missing out on, exactly? Is there someone out there, in all those billions, who I might really enjoy befriending? Or otherwise benefit from knowing? And it's not just people. It's books I'll never read, songs I'll never hear... it's the overwhelming amount of details I'll never be able to absorb. Maybe it is all just details, though. I think everything happens for a reason, and you bump into the people you need to bump into in order to live the life that is yours (what an oddly phrased sentence). And through your own life, you acquire the knowledge you are meant to acquire. You shouldn't worry about not meeting those people and hearing those songs and reading
those books because you just don't need to. Whatever you do encounter shall suffice. Yet despite my firm grasp on that principle, it sometimes saddens me that there's so much out there, so much happening right now, that I can't even fathom. Then again, it amazes me, throws me into a state of absolute awe. It's all very befuddling."

This song evoked a bit of that sensation -- it's a meaningful shout out to all the wonders we're all missing out on. The Virginia Woolfes and Elvis Presleys and Abe Lincoln's we'll never meet. Yes, it's all depressing in a way. But it's also liberating.

A sacred shred of anonymity still exists, in "the floors in the closets of our minds." Does that not excite you straight from the cerebellum to the toes?

It's beautiful, but sad. This song attacks detachment; we just can't let "troubled youth spill over into trouble lives, we can't walk alone in our troubled minds." Bring back the passion to our hearts.

Nonetheless, the closets of our minds... Oh, the idea just thrills me.
The Gold Record has a lyrical masterpiece or two, I must say.