Devil's Music

The gun turns its eyes to look ahead at the man who is exhaling the smoke of marijuana. He was Bob Marley in the photo of the museum I just saw. The case said with an impressive look.

“Bob Marley. I admire you.”

Mali looks back at the case and smiles. In Mali's eyes, you see Nathaniel looking down on the roof of the building behind the gun. Marley nods slightly.

“You're having a lot of dreams, my friend. Seeing as you're not embarrassed at all. ”

The gun nods slowly.

“Not often, but I've met a lot of people in my dreams. ”

Mali picks up the marijuana, sucks it deep and says,

“Yeah, I envy that. Yeah, huh. What's he doing? ”

“Yes, I'm a music student, Bob Marley. ”

Dry, who covered his face with the smoke of marijuana, shakes his hand.

“Just call me 'Mali'. Student? Good. Learn a lot and listen. ”

The gun nods, and Mali speaks.

“I mean, I was born between a faceless British officer and his mother. And he still hasn't seen it. How poor could you be if you raised me all by yourself in such a rough place? Obviously not educated. So I envy the students who are educated. ”

As the gun stares at itself silently, Mali grins.

“But I was inspired instead of educated. Musical inspiration from the harsh and poor reality of Jamaica. It was probably the day my friend Edgio, who lived next door, got beaten to death by stealing processed sugar from the Cane Farm. ”

I feel sorry for Mali for speaking so confidently about the harrowing reality. After Marley cleared it up, he said.

“Why do you look so sad and lonely? Have you forgotten that once one door closes, one opens? ”

He smiled and asked if he saw Mali still holding a lot of marijuana in his lungs.

“What did your music start with? Was it a terrible reality in Jamaica? Was it poverty?”

Mali's eyes widen as she looks at the marijuana.

“Start · · · Yes, cry. It started with crying.”

His face is so dull that his mouth is shut. Mali, who was quiet for a long time, opens her mouth.

“I wanted to change the world. But you know, to change the world, you have to change people. So I've spent my whole life trying to change people with my crying. ”

The case asked again.

“A lot of revolutionaries are trying to change people. Some people hold a gun, and some people hold a thought knife and swing violence. Why did you try to turn people into music? It must have been a lot harder and harder. ”

Mali shrugs, staring at the case for a moment.

“Whose problems can death solve, friend? ”

The case has been silenced again. Mali looks forward again, saying.

“You can't revolutionize music. But I can wake people up and let them hear about the future, my friend. ”

Dozens of lightning flashes down into your head. The gun barely squeezes its strength and asks again.

“But it takes too long. Violence is bad, but it's quick. ”

Mali gives you a big smile with the smoke of marijuana.

“Violent revolutions are doomed to violence again, and people must change their minds about real revolutions. It's never easy and it's never quick, my friend. So, smile and wait. ”

The case has been destroyed. I had to rethink the music I had been doing from the beginning. Mali says he saw the thought.

“If you sing something you don't intend to do, it doesn't mean anything, it must mean something. For better or for worse. If the listener hears it and goes through an emotional change, it's passed on to the listener what the music means. '

“But you know what? If the musician hears mindless music, and the listener interprets it and feels the emotion, we don't know what will happen. That's why it's the responsibility of a musician to accurately capture his ideas. ”

The gun nods deeply and says:

“Thank you. All the music I've ever done has filled" Purpose, "but I haven't thought about a message that I want to convey to all of these people who are listening. no matter what it was told, it was all about making the perfect music. ”

Dry suddenly reaches up to the sky and flicks his fingers, hearing a pitiful and sad classic guitar playing somewhere. Mali closes her eyes quietly and feels a guitar tune. Suddenly, when he heard "Asturias" playing in Julius's studio class, he looked around in surprise.

Mali opens her eyes, listening to the music for a moment. He glances at the gun, smiling again and sucks the marijuana out.

“You don't have to worry. I already know how to carry the right emotions. If you're going to make music, consider your own lyrics and say them in words that are easy for the listener to understand. And listen to me. If they understand you, that's it. Don't try to wrap it in useless sentences and fancy phrases. It's easier to read than hard books, but the deep books are better. You know a book like that, don't you? ”

The gun nods.

“Yes, in my case, it was called 'The Little Prince.’ I first read that book when I was 10, and I wasn't really sure what I was talking about because I was too young. When he was 15 years old, the young prince was a beautiful book. At the age of 20, the young prince was a very sad book, and at the age of 30, I was going to read it again. ”

Marley nods.

“Yeah, I read that book, too. I'm a little old for that. That book in your chest should be easy to read, right? But there was so much meaning in it, every time I saw it, I felt something different. ”

The gun nods, and Marley speaks.

“The lyrics of music should be easier than that. The best lyrics are to understand exactly what the listener is saying immediately after hearing it once. ”

After Mali raises her head and meets Natael on the roof behind the gun, Natael waves his hands. Marley nods slightly and tells Gunn.

“We're running out of time. It's been a pleasure talking to someone like you, even from my perspective. Remember what I told you, my friend. But that doesn't mean I have to be an artist who feels dangerous to politicians like me, haha."

Mali gets up from her seat and sucks out the rest of the marijuana. It was a slight frown because of the bitterness, but the expression that swallowed the smoke was dazzling and pleasant. After one last sip, he rubs the marijuana on the floor and turns around.

“It was a short time, but nice to meet you. Actually, I've enjoyed smoking marijuana more than you have in a long time. I can't do this up there, haha."

He searches the pocket of the green shorts that Mali was wearing and says with a picture.

“Are you with Nati right now? I'm sorry, can you give him this? ”

When Gunny received the picture of me, he saw a picture of Nati and Mali smiling with their clothes on. On the back of the photograph, there was an inscription, "On the Nigril Cliff in 1964." When he looks at the picture, he looks up at Marley, and he smiles.

“I only had one picture of it, but I couldn't pass it on to Nati. Do me a favor. And you should definitely go to Nigrill Cliff. You won't be able to dive at night, but there are no people and the secluded scenery is amazing. ”

The gun nods, and Mali waves his hand and walks toward one direction. The eyelid of the gun that was looking through his back sat down for a moment, unable to overcome the weight. The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes again was Nati sitting on the bench and sleeping. I turned my head and looked around and saw the town of Trench at sunset.

The gun quietly rises up and approaches the sleeping Nati and looks down at him. When I looked at the picture in my hand, I put the picture in the pocket of Nati's shirt.

"It's a gift from Mali, Nati. ’

You get into a taxi and head for the Nigril cliff, leaving Nati sleeping. Soon after arriving at the end of the cliff, there was a diving rod that said he enjoyed during the day, and it was a time when tourists were increasingly scattered. Seeing the sea touching the dark night sky, I sang a low song about the cold Jamaican sea breeze in the evening.

"One love, one heart"

(One love, one heart)

"Let's get together and feel all right"

(Let's get together and feel good)

Hear the children crying

Listen to the cries of little children.

Hear the children crying

Listen to the cries of little children.

Saying Give thanks and praise to the Lord and I will feel all right

I say, "Give thanks and praise to God, and you'll feel good."

Saying, "Let's get together and feel all right."

I say, "Let's get together and feel better."

"Let them all pass all their dirty remarks"

(Let all filthy words pass)

"There is one question I'd really love to ask"

I just have one question for you.

"Is there a place for the hopeless sinner"

Where will the hopeless sinner go?

"Who has hurt all mankind just to save his own?"

(Who made mankind sick to save themselves?)

"Believe me"

Trust me.

"One love, one heart"

(One love, one heart)

"Let's get together and feel all right"

(Let's get together and feel good)

A beautiful boy's voice echoes out in the dark watering sea of Nigril cliffs. It blends with the quiet sound of the waves, making it a more beautiful sound of nature.

And I let the hearts of many angels who were watching hide the case resound and let their golden tears flow to the land of Jamaica, which was cursed. As the holy tears of the angels seep into the ground, little shoots sprout from the ground.

The bud of the name Hope.

< 126. part 4 in Jamaica. > End

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