Eyedea Abilities Music Music Lyrics

Music Music Lyrics

rtist: Eyedea & Abilities



Album:First Born



Song: Music Music



Typed by: milkeeway247@hotmail.com



 



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 its 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 its 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 its 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 its student



I tell ya



Ain't nothing quite as beautiful as Music