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There Is No Music |
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Availble on: I Don't Know
Who I Am (Let the War Against Music Vol.2) Written by: McCaughey |
| There is no music, we can hear There is no music, holds us near Those sounds surrounds us, whisper dear There is no music, can't keep us here We move at dawn, and break from dreams Put spoon to wool, and back again With coffee buzz, and … strum The tape will roll, until it ends The sun is high, and so too are you inspired to be The gods that made Pollute the warm and glowing tube The fruit that dangles in the shade The night is just a drug we share So every poet does/dies in vain So vain that he, or she must know Leave the echoes or a trail Just leave the echoes for a trail There is no music, we can hear There is no music, holds us near Those sounds surrounds us, whisper dear There is no music, can't keep us here There is no music, can't keep us here |