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Eyedea - Music Music lyrics
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
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 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










