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Counterpoint

In music, counterpoint is the relationship between two or more musical lines (or voices) which are harmonically interdependent yet independent in rhythm and melodic contour. It has been most commonly identified in the European classical tradition, strongly developing during the Renaissance and in much of the common practice period, especially in the Baroque. The term originates from the Latin punctus contra punctum meaning "point against point", i.e. "note against note". In Western pedagogy, counterpoint is taught through a system of species (see below). There are several different forms of counterpoint, including imitative counterpoint and free counterpoint. Imitative counterpoint involves the repetition of a main melodic idea across different vocal parts, … more »

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I've traveled this far, only to end up here
From a wasteland to a wasteland
No escape, I fear
Down an open road, a buzzard as my friend
I travel on, hoping the skeletons get buried in the end

This place so new, yet too damn familiar to me
It's like an old forgotten memory
I'm running from something, some sinister entity
Why can't I just escape?
Why can't I find the better part of me?

Wind burnt and dazed, the sun's setting on
A distant horizon
Shadows on sand, my only friends
Will you come with me through this endless wasteland?

This place so new, yet too damn familiar to me
It's like an old forgotten memory
I'm running from something, some sinister entity
Why can't I just escape?
Why can't I find the better part of me?

More evident with age, another chapter as we turn our page
Go deeper into this gaping hole, don't let it take you, it'll take our souls
So step up, fear my rage, we're like creatures in a rusty cage
Take them down, break through what we know
Life with walls can never go
Look up to the stage, feel my presence, release your rage
I know you can make it if you take my hand
Come with me, goddammit; you can

This place so new, yet too damn familiar to me
It's like an old forgotten memory
I'm running from something, some sinister entity
Why can't I just escape?
Why can't I find the better part of me?

Just get up on the stage, feel my presence, feel my rage
I know you can make it, oh
Grab my hand, come with me to this endless wasteland
This wasteland

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