(Read only, anymore; sorry.)
Today, by sound. Homophones. A homo phone cord. (Outdated reference, from when phones had cords...)
Seated one day at the Organ,I was weary and ill at ease,And my fingers wandered idlyOver the noisy keys.I do not know what I was playing,Or what I was dreaming then ;But I struck one chord of music,Like the sound of a great Amen.(Sir Arthur Sullivan/Adelaide Procter)
I heard there was a secret chordThat David played and it pleased the LordBut you don't really care for music, do you?-Leonard Cohen
And it really doesn't matter what words I sayOr chords I playOr if my hair is brownWhen it's only a Northern SongGeorge Harrison, in Beatles Days (on the Yellow Submarine album, or Let it Be or something)
Close your eyes, clear your heartCut the cordThe Killers"Human"
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Seated one day at the Organ,
I was weary and ill at ease,
And my fingers wandered idly
Over the noisy keys.
I do not know what I was playing,
Or what I was dreaming then ;
But I struck one chord of music,
Like the sound of a great Amen.
(Sir Arthur Sullivan/Adelaide Procter)
I heard there was a secret chord
That David played and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
-Leonard Cohen
And it really doesn't matter what words I say
Or chords I play
Or if my hair is brown
When it's only a Northern Song
George Harrison, in Beatles Days (on the Yellow Submarine album, or Let it Be or something)
Close your eyes, clear your heart
Cut the cord
The Killers
"Human"
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