A melody is the part that survives the move. Play Blur on an accordion, run a favourite track through a music-box converter, hand a song to an app that returns it as falling piano keys — the arrangement goes and the tune stays. The cicada has been making the same argument with its abdomen for a hundred thousand years.
Radiohead, Blur and Tame Impala, played on a squeezebox
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Turns a song you love into a music box that keeps the real melody
→ lullabyconverter.com
Paste a link, get a piano roll that waits for you
→ apps.apple.com
A cicada sings with its whole body, and the instrument has not changed in a thousand centuries
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