Music Music

Music Music 歌词

歌曲	Music Music
歌手	Eyedea & Abilities
专辑	First Born
下载	Image LRC TXT

	作曲 : Abilities, 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 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

	zuo qu : Abilities, 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 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

	zuò qǔ : Abilities, 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 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

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