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i was telling my bro that i really liked a particular song so i kinda forced him to listen to it. :( but after barely listening to it for a minute, he said that it was boring and immediately clicked for the next song.
what constitutes a good song? for me, a melody that wells up emotive feelings in you. one with well-penned lyrics that inspire you.one that you find yourself humming to unconsciously. to my brother though(i think), it's one with sophisticated band sounds, the more guitar solos or cool add-ons, the better. one that makes you exhilerated just listening to it. one with powerful vocals. and the list goes on.

it just amazes me every now and then when im faced with the realisation of how different people can be and how their preconceived assumptions and inclinations can affect the way they define and see things in life.

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