People will always forget what you say, what you do, what yer name was, when yer birthday is - but no one forgets how you make them feel . They may say they forgot, but remind them and you’ll realize they were only asleep . Yes, a lot of people sleep through the day: dreaming about time, dreaming about what they’ll say next, dreaming about love even . But when you dream about love, love becomes a theory . Love is not felt in dreams . Love is only felt when you do it . That’s why I can honestly say that a load of these lovers aren’t true lovers . You can’t say yer a music lover when all you do when you press play is dream about music . I witness people talking about genres, talking about formula, but never what the music is saying . They don’t hear it .
They comment on other people commenting on music, form their opinions beforehand like some kind of politician, and fixate on “who they are” or “what they’re doing” – instead of what they just DID! No one listens . They all want to be music journalists . People can’t just listen to a song without saying poppycock like “Omg . They use a ukulele. No one else uses a ukulele . DOPE!” instead of listening to the ukulele in silence . Instead of letting the song speak for itself . Next time you hear a song, detach yerselves from the artist . Listen with naked ears . Turn the video off, don’t read the hype . Just listen, and see what happens . The problem isn’t the music or the times . The problem is we have forgotten to listen .
Lovers in relationships do this, as well . Lovers collide and tease each other, make each other laugh, and they listen to each other . But as soon as they’re *in* the relationship, what happens? They become dreamers . They get expectations . And soon all that teasing isn’t so fun anymore . All yer laughter has been replaced with seriousness . And then you dream on, about the perfect love, or what yer lover is doing wrong, and you stop listening . And remember, we are all lovers . Friends and family are lovers . Our pets are our lovers . So when we start dreaming, there is no listening, only fixation . Only division . When you tease, yer not aware of their responses, so the fun is lost, it becomes ritual, repetition . You don’t see them, so you miss the paradox of love, so there is no laughter .
Loving me was easy when I was dreaming . All that mattered to me was that you shared my dreams, my concepts and theories . But love is not a theory anymore . It isn’t a dream . I need you to hear my music . The music that my soul is playing this very moment, in the present . The soul is a wound . It’s the only part of us that is still connected to every living thing simultaneously, but it is a wound . We are no longer connected to the universe in our totality . We have form, we have hearts, minds, identities, but we are separate so we hurt . We must be touched, we must be understood, we must be able to listen each other’s hearts in silence .
Love is not a dream . There are hundreds of seeds showered at our feet every day, but we don’t water them with our receptivity . Love doesn’t grow when we dream of it . Love doesn’t grow when we think about it in theory . Love only grows when yer receptive and creative, when yer listening and finding new ways of blending continously . That is loving . That is the magic . The
