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Music Music (Eyedea)

I'll be writing till I'm dead or maybe till I'm alive All the emptiness I've bled has only helped me survive Something melted inside when the tones hit my pulse And stifled the idle eagerness to grow into my clothes No one that I know is any longer good at actin' Like they comprehend the motive uncoated to feed the corroded passion Actually needs to stay eye level with the rest That's the least I deserve for the love that I've shed I've trudged through the sediment in search of the rhythm Dove soul first to bathe nude in it's abyss Paid dues and made music my religion Now I listen, close my eyes, and forget I even exist I sing a bastard's tune, inspired by the noise The ship made before it sank and was finally destroyed I flaunt the grin of a man made for disguising a boy Who tried to avoid showing the cry in his voice But there's something special about the notes that he hears Those scales are redemption, unraveling repressed memories And when he breathes, a new energy enters and consumes him To heal his wounds and unseal his doom If only I could make you understand But words are just words so I can't The universe's deepest art form keeps my heart warm with influence I tell ya Ain't nothing quite as beautiful as Music To be an angel, you gotta earn your wings To control your own, you gotta burn your strings To hit blackjack, you gotta turn a king But to live forever, all you gotta do is learn to sing I get a pleasure that's inevitably immeasurable And I won't let it be rejected by no man Why does it have to be so damn difficult To live in the frame of a game that will slit your throat? But I've dug in the mud in search of the drum Dove soul first to bathe nude in it's abyss Stayed true to the music, now my favorite thing to do is Close my eyes and forget that I even exist I hold this fistful of degenerate ideas For every genius that was murdered in the name of Jesus Still deaf to the bells that claimed to free us But I pay homage to my melody ‘cause she's the sweetest The core of our spirit is naked The form of it's lyrics are sacred Blanketed by the original sound of the inner vibrations I'm floating on the soft clouds of positive creation See, I can look at a painting and admire the colors Or appreciate any type of art that I discover But what I dig's invisible It's my teacher and I'm it's student I tell ya Ain't nothing quite as beautiful as Music