Lyrics:
was a little boy
By listening to sounds of music as a baby
And listening to a reecord player
You would pick up the sound and repeat what you hear
When the fat old sun in the sky is falling
Summer evenin' birds are calling
Summer's thunder time of year
The sound of music in my ears
raps
Street depressions
Gat their healings from the music
Not by magic
Gat the lyrics of Heavenly poet
Just like Psalmist made it
To the one that own
needs sound?
We need music and music is much bigger than that.
Music is timing with a capital â??T.â??
Music is hearing a song that sounds like your song
city. I|have always been awed by them, to think that every single facet of every life is regulated|and directed from within! Our books, our music, our
prayer, in action
Let my heart fill with songs made by heaven
From now 'till forever I'Il be singing
You were, you are, you will always be
You were, you
so I don't mind it if I strike out
This music, from the ashes of the past, it will rise out
Move it like the twenty-tens
That feeling never left
Grab
don't have a curtain
Made of iron or stone
We are not divided by a wall
So come on tell me
Hey, hey, hey
From L.A. to Broadway
Hey, hey, hey
Let
sound so pretentious
Ren, your music is so self centered
No one wants to hear another song about how much you hate yourself, trust me
You should be so
When the fat old sun in the sky is falling
Summer evenin' birds are calling
Summer's thunder time of year
The sound of music in my ears
on
Hell yeah Sounds good Sing that song
Guitar man playing all night long
Take me back to where the music hit me
Life was good and love was easy
She's
on
Hell yeah Sounds good Sing that song
Guitar man playing all night long
Take me back to where the music hit me
Life was good and love was easy
She's
of straw and
patient animals standing around. The mother nods by the side
of the child. Suddenly she wakes from her lightish doze, sees
them, shrieks
creeping on a come up, doing it for the love of money
1995 we really let 'em know, Cleveland is the city where we come from
Brought styles motherfuckers
a curtain
Made of iron or stone
We are not divided by a wall
So come on tell me
Hey, hey, hey
From L.A. to Broadway
Hey, hey, hey
Let the music lift you up
There ain't no closin' time
And no rules to go by
Hey, hey now
Don't you wanna come down
Bring your guitar
Here we play music with our own sound
Laiá-laiá, laiá (sabor do Rio)
Lá-laiá
Laiá-laiá, laiá
Yo, make the music with the sound and get busy
Everybody out there, yo, get with me
We goin' from
your music getting sold now
Have you ever heard the dope sounds
Homie really you a pro now
Nah really you's a pronoun
No sleep from the side effects
So
GRAND
Shhhh! Listen
We must be close to the homestead
I can hear so many different sounds
Australian outback animals always visit
And they come from all
slayed?, then we lose it
The same old song with some sad music (hey)
Play the sad music, play the sad music
And don't you ever mute it, man
'Cause if we're
by the sound of Mt. Vernon music
and the alimony
Is why I'm broke, but I don't care because
My impact is mandatory in a age of fake and
I'm perplexed by the hate
Why flex in your songs if
They
harmonize in the sound of the world
Because every sound affects us psychophysically, music has a spiritual dimension
The universe is music
I mean, each one
you'll listen to all year
And by hit I'm not talking about what you get from a vape
I'm talking about what you gonna hear on this tape
yeah
Some people
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