I needed a distraction and let my thoughts go into free form and got medley of morning songs. I "hear" this as one of many acts in the old style variety shows. Perhaps Ed Sullivan would introduce the singers. So the audience smiles and sings along until the lyrics change... but they still love the sweet strains of
Good mornin', starshine
The Earth says, "Hello"
You twinkle above us
We twinkle below
Good mornin', starshine
You lead us along
My legs and me as we singing
Our early mornin' singin' song
Gliddy glub gloopy, nibby nabby noopy la, la, la, lo, lo
Sabba sibby sabba, nooby abba nabba, le, le, lo, lo
Tooby ooby walla, nooby abba naba
Early mornin' singin' song
[Well, they are mostly baby boomers and cannot be relied upon to recall every lyric from every oldie!]
Now, some big booming voice belts out
Good Morning
Good Morning
We've ached the whole night through
Good Morning
Good Morning to you
[And these oldies but goodies are thinking that this might be at least a little bit punny and they point to their achy breaky parts]
And a chorus walks in and brings
....
Great is Thy faithfulness, great is Thy faithfulness
Morning by morning new mercies I see
All I have needed Thy hand hath provided
Great is Thy faithfulness, Lord, unto me
[And they remember that faith and religion and God and worship and praise are so indescribably good that they call for an encore and an opportunity to worship silently or through this oldie but goodie and other music that expresses their various beliefs. No one is offended; they all feel so much better because they are expressing their faith and hope. Oh, how good that feels to the mere mortals and to their invisible leaders.]
So, the music carries on into afternoon and evening.... and at least a few people hope that more days can be like this-- a musical cornucopia of love, coexistence, and freedom to express beliefs amid others who can appreciate what is happening....
[But you are not required to listen to the rest of the medley. Undoubtedly, you can "hear" some of your faves throughout the day.]
Bach is not noise, Madam. (Robert, in Two's Company)