Blood Music

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The milk from Mother Nature’s boob is also known as blood
It rushes through our bodies in a never-ending flood

Each one of us connected by the vibrant colour red
A rhythm beats within us till the day that we are dead

The breath and pump that grants our crimson blood the air it needs
A red accordion that wraps around a drum that bleeds

And so our blood is music and we’re music through and through.
And so is he. And her and me. And you. And you. And you.

If Earth’s a rocky island and our blood is all marooned
Our blood is in a common key, we all carry a tune

And every single one of us is filled up with a sea
A cherry-coloured, scarlet-shaded, sanguine melody

An ocean based on iron. A briny, salty tide
It is the thing that makes us all the very same inside

The differences outside outweigh the sameness that’s within
Capillaries capitulate with one prick of a pin

Or one swipe of a sword, they say, or one gun’s loaded shout
A piece of metal used correctly lets it all run out.

We need to keep the song inside our fragile human frame.
Because of that, while we’re alive, I think we’re all the same.


So let’s acknowledge music with a hearty, heady rush.
Acknowledge that our lives are but a rhythmic, pressured gush
And while our lives may finish with a drumroll and a hush
Our lives begin when music that’s within us makes us blush.





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