I imagine a physicist would invoke entropy to describe the diffusion of pressure waves and vibration into other forms of energy. Neuroscience might explain the propagation of signals from the cochlea into the brain. A psychologist could hypothesise on the influence of music on our mood and ideas. A philosopher might talk about the influence of music on the way we build our society and how that feeds back into our music. In this way, the music never stops, it continues on as echos rippling through through the universe.
If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung Would you hear my voice come through the music? Would you hold it near as it were your own? It's a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken Perhaps they're better left unsung I don't know, don't really care Let there be songs to fill the air Ripple in still water When there is no pebble tossed Nor wind to blow
The Langoliers eat it
we hang it on a wall of silence in the room of our imagination
It keeps traveling. If you splash some water, where does the wave go? Same question - it terms into something you can no longer see or hear... It never goes away. It becomes part of the world, forever
Music is what you hear - but it was only ever sound waves
It's still there, it's just in the past now.
The best and the worst go straight to your brain and live there rent free.
Unfortunately, nobody has figured out how toget rid of the bad songs that drown out the good ones.
It gets stuck in my head for 3 to 4 days until something newer comes along and pushes it out.
I'm not a scientist by a long shot, but my understanding is that sound if indeed a wave, carried by a medium (air, water, etc). Upon hitting your eardrum, this wave is converted by your eardrum and your auditory nerve into signals your brain decodes. The remainder of the wave continues though, until it runs out of medium, hits an obstacle (basically another medium) or dissipates. Again, just my layman's understanding!
The Langoliers eat it.
After you listen to a song, the secret police from the RIAA come and lock it up in a small, dank cell given minimal sustenance, until the next time they can send it to some seedy hotel, suburban home, or automobile, to turn a trick and make them some more money, like some sort of whoo-re for the ears.
Some of that sound rearranges some of your neurons so that you can listen to Never Gonna Give You Up whenever you read this
it goes into your soul
the music goes back again to be later re streamed to other people that might need it
In your ears
"Everywhere, all at once. That's why if you put your ear close to speakers it might collect too much and that can hurt your ear"
It dissipates into the air like butterflies, or a cloud of dust.
Into darkness, my old friend.
I've come to talk with you again.
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain Still remains
Within the sound of silence
Oh, and while the king was looking down
The jester stole his thorny crown
The courtroom was adjourned
No verdict was returned
And while Lenin read a book on Marx
A quartet practiced in the park
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died
Let's assume the kid knows it's a recording. It's still a valid question.
Like where is the recording coming from when the kid asks Alexa to play a song?
I never thought about it, as I don't have kids, but must be a bit harder explaining a global IT-infrastructure than it was for my grandpa to explaining how a VHS works. On a generalised level, that is.
It turns into memories and heat.
It goes out into the world, to be merged alongside all of the other sounds, until it can be recycled as "new" music and you can enjoy it again:-).
"And can you please tell me, oh
Where do broken hearts go?
Can they find their way home
Back to the open arms
Of a love that's waiting there?
And if somebody loves you
Won't they always love you?"Really reminded me of this - the incorrect, useless, but poetic answer could be that it's just like with love. Into the open arms of the music thats waiting there.
"Where do you think it goes?"
into our minds and into our hearts
To retire on a farm upstate, unless my mom lied to me 🤔
They should show their kid this.
oh when will they ever learn? oh when will they... ever learn
If we can try with every day
To make it better as it goes
With any luck then I suppose
The music never endsNothing's really ever gone
Category error.
But actually though, music goes up into the sky and becomes clouds.
The music stays there we keep moving
As someone with a degree in Philosophy, I don't think this is really a philosophical question. The science is interesting and useful to know
syncs brain cells for later
[exasperated]
It doesn't go ANYWHERE.
YOU GET IT?YOU have to be the one to catch this stuff.
Culturally.I'm not speaking scientifically. I mean, sound waves shake things up.
But do you want to just be there when sound waves shake things up?
No. You're the first recipient of a cultural event.
ACT LIKE IT. This is a position of immense cultural importance.Sound is just the vibrations of the air, so as music fades, the air calms. Echoes, reverberance, they are just a result of sound "dampening", and as each sound wave hits a surface that it reflects from the sound waves are also dampened.
So is the question where does music go? Or is it really, "where does silence come from?"
It diverges into the quantum realm of misheard lyrics.
It goes straight up my ass!
that happened
