02-03-2013, 05:20 PM | #1 |
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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 |
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