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02-03-2013, 05:20 PM
Old Soul
There's a rhythm within me,
The outer world is bitter and empty
But inside my head, time is dead
And I jam to the melodies only Withers can give me
Even the sisters are simply...
The best to ever sing in the sixties
Wells, Ross, Knight...hell, anybody stickin' with Quincy
& the Motown guys...
They made the soul sound live
A sax and a trumpet, snappin' & thumpin
Singing about their lowdown jive
This is the music pops raised me on
And even though he may be gone…
I’m an ‘80s baby, so maybe that made me strong
Cuz I know he’s groovin’ whenever I listen to Sadies Song
And since I heard the news
Every Rhythm in music has been turned to Blues
I hurt for you,
Every lyric of every song is more pain burning through
And since I can’t deny that it’s real
It’s your old music, so soothin’, that I’m trying to steal
Since it happened, I been driving pretty high at the wheel
Raiding collections
Blazing and stressin’
Searching for that one song to describe how I feel
Maybe I’m not searching enough…
Fuck Marvin and Stevie, I’m hardly a peewee
I don’t need a song about learning to love…
I’m starting to see these old songs about marketing feelings
Don’t do shit for you if you wanna worship your blood…
That’s my father, and all the songs I was once missin’ are foolish
I got a problem I need help with, and the only prescription is music
There's a rhythm within me,
The outer world is bitter and empty
But inside my head, time is dead
And I jam to the melodies only Withers can give me
Even the sisters are simply...
The best to ever sing in the sixties
Wells, Ross, Knight...hell, anybody stickin' with Quincy
& the Motown guys...
They made the soul sound live
A sax and a trumpet, snappin' & thumpin
Singing about their lowdown jive
This is the music pops raised me on
And even though he may be gone…
I’m an ‘80s baby, so maybe that made me strong
Cuz I know he’s groovin’ whenever I listen to Sadies Song
And since I heard the news
Every Rhythm in music has been turned to Blues
I hurt for you,
Every lyric of every song is more pain burning through
And since I can’t deny that it’s real
It’s your old music, so soothin’, that I’m trying to steal
Since it happened, I been driving pretty high at the wheel
Raiding collections
Blazing and stressin’
Searching for that one song to describe how I feel
Maybe I’m not searching enough…
Fuck Marvin and Stevie, I’m hardly a peewee
I don’t need a song about learning to love…
I’m starting to see these old songs about marketing feelings
Don’t do shit for you if you wanna worship your blood…
That’s my father, and all the songs I was once missin’ are foolish
I got a problem I need help with, and the only prescription is music