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Spotify Playlist (Elvis Ain't Dead)

Every so often I compile a list of songs,
A variety of genres mixed together in one place.
Some may refer to it as their 'haven',
While others frown at this so-called waste.

Yet each time I ponder
And vividly wonder,
Whether or not theses strings make sense.

A little indie rock here,
Spot of pop in another corner.
Upbeat, slow, acoustic,
You name it! It's probably in the queue,
Waiting it's turn.

What attracts me most is a lyric
Melodies can only go so far,
Say from Tralee to Mullingar.
Lyrics have meaning: truthful or satiric
They may be. The compilation of words is a form
Of art ready to be told and announced
Partnered with its melody
They move in perfect harmony
Like mRNA or a poem.
Like an art project a story is produced
Visible for all the see, or possibly
Audible for all to hear.

Then.
Your free thirty minutes expire.
An advertisement rolls by,
Disrupting the peace created by the music
Leaving you to wonder whether or not

'Elvis ain't dead'