A Sanctuary, in its original meaning, is a Sacred place, such as a shrine. By the use of such places as a Safe Haven, by extension the term has come to be used for any Place of Safety.
The first song was recorded June 22, 1878 by Thomas Edison singing Mary Had a Little Lamb in Illinois in a museum…. We have been corrected, The FIRST recording of music was one line of "Au clair de la Lune" on April 9, 1860 by Édouard-Léon Scott de Martinville. In just over 100 years, the music business has managed to corrupt a society, exploit its young people and drive its culture crazy with the hope of FAME, HAPPINESS, and RICHES.
Au clair de la Lune
Édouard-Léon Scott de Martinville
Au clair de la lune,
Mon ami Pierrot,
Prête-moi ta plume
Pour écrire un mot.
Ma chandelle est morte,
Je n'ai plus de feu.
Ouvre-moi ta porte
Pour l'amour de Dieu. »

Au clair de la lune,
Pierrot répondit :
« Je n'ai pas de plume,
Je suis dans mon lit.
Va chez la voisine,
Je crois qu'elle y est,
Car dans sa cuisine
On bat le briquet. »

Au clair de la lune,
L'aimable Lubin;
Frappe chez la brune,
Elle répond soudain :
–Qui frappe de la sorte ?
Il dit à son tour :
–Ouvrez votre porte,
Pour le Dieu d'Amour.

Au clair de la lune,
On n'y voit qu'un peu.
On chercha la plume,
On chercha du feu.
En cherchant d'la sorte,
Je n'sais c'qu'on trouva ;
Mais je sais qu'la porte
Sur eux se ferma.


"By the light of the moon,
My friend Pierrot,
Lend me your quill
To write a word.
My candle is dead,
I have no more fire.
Open your door for me
For the love of God."

By the light of the moon,
Pierrot replied:
"I don't have any pens,
I am in my bed
Go to the neighbor's,
I think she's there
Because in her kitchen
Someone is lighting the fire."

By the light of the moon
Likable Lubin
Knocks on the brunette's door.
She suddenly responds:
- Who's knocking like that?
He then replies:
- Open your door
for the God of Love!

By the light of the moon
One could barely see
The pen was looked for,
The light was looked for.
With all that looking
I don't know what was found,
But I do know that the door
Shut itself on them.
Lyrics are the Voice of the Brain and Music is the Voice of the Soul. 
Authenticity is when they are both in harmony with intention…or when you tell your brain SHUT UP…what your saying to the world is stupid !