Nhạc sĩ: Horace Silver
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So much has been said about soul. It's been used as a racial phrase. Haven't you heard about soul folks and soul food these days? Religions preach save your soul or you surely will burn in hell. We'd like to out a few of our views if there's anything left to tell. My soul is my computer, my IBM machine. It registers life's lessons and what I think they mean. To get the real true meaning of lessons as they're taught. Control of mind and body is something to be sought. The prominence of the spirit can spare my will I find. And lead me to the lessons that elevate my mind. To understand the spirit is what I'm aiming for. And profit by the lessons that knock upon my door. While my spirit is encased in my computer. The horror is neuter to my will. Yet its promptings if followed as a tutor. Can lead me to the goals I must fulfill. The total computation that my computer makes. Will incarnate my spirit and form desire takes. When all desire ceases computer's work is done. I'll come to know the spirit and freedom will be won. The principles I value experience has taught. But have I fed computer the proper train of thought. Experience the teacher will make me weak or wise. Evaluate the lessons and then computerize. The many imperfections of personality. A hand my computer within the depths of me. As I began to profit from lessons life will teach. My soul computes the progress my character has reached. While my spirit is encased in my computer. The horror is neuter to my will. Yet its promptings if followed as a tutor. Can lead me to the goals I must fulfill. If I will start correcting my personality. My character will shape up to make a better me. With character perfected I have no further need. Using my computer the spirit will be free. www.microsoft.com