You wanted me to disappear
Oh, you wanted my everything
Our land gave you something that you need,
but did you know? It is our everything
it is the home that we know
it is the place that we go,
when we go, Anywhere
it is the friendships we seek
it is the food that we eat.
It is our everything.
A word coming from overseas
Is supposed to bring us to our knees
To give up the life we know as everything
And when we try to hold on
Another loved one is gone
Their blood cries to be seen by everyone
Hear our cries, Stop the violence
Feel for, Our children silenced
Hear our cries, Stop the violence
Do you see, Our future silenced
it is the life that we know
it is the place that we go,
when we go, Anywhere
it is the family we seek
it is the places we meet
It is our everything.
Hear our cries, Stop the violence
Do you see, pleading defiance
Hear our cries, Stop the violence
please don't let, my world be silenced
Sound redefines one’s perception of the space within a field of columns. Walls of sound or dissonance are triggered based on movement or interaction within the space. Harmonies allow one to linger.
Anomolies and properties of the column field act as a key into the rules, so that through experience, sound and physical space encode and decode each other.
What if we planned our cities through desired people and place affirming sounds? One can understand the living experience of a place more deeply through it's sounds than through zoned usage classifications.
Feet pattering. Children laughing. Bread tearing. Cheering. Singing. Chanting. Shop owners beckoning. Elders telling. Leaves rustling. Chirping. Silence.