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The Music That The Angels Do (Live)

 

The Music That The Angels Do (Live)

(álbum: Talk Music - 2006)


This one's called "The Music That The Angels Do" and it goes...

I want to be the insulin, the needle medicines instrument
With every increment, killing it, filling it, then revealing that...
Although presumptuous with the outcome
Where doubt runs in large sums
I speak the words given to me like spouts run
Whispered through the moon
Sky, fire, water, and the earth
To these ears and eyes, aspired this father to birth
Listeners, don't be so sure when that time comes a knocking
That you haven't been watching that wrong clock
Tic talking to you, telling you
"It's alright, It's okay, follow me, forget what you're doing let's all go this way"
But if you listen, if you really try to be that silent person
You'll know that you need some more time for rehearsing
You're on the clouds now, go there
Don't worry for us, you're where you dreamed about
Sung about, don't think about us
And although grim words reap what they sow, that you know
As the angels sing their songs, so you know what you know
You think you know, but you don't because we all have to die
And we fight it, we fight it like we can win against the sky
Or time or death
Or youth or earth or what we have
It's what the angels do for all it's worth
So here's a stab

It's not rap, or rock it's not pop or independent
It's the language of love
And death with every remnant
Scissors cuts paper (oh yeah)
Paper covers rock
Rock crushes scissors
And it all falls apart
People it all falls apart and you're left holding your heart
Massaging it hard, but you can't get it to start
And they sing for us, but we don't want to hear it
They watch over us, and we hide our own spirit
Well they do it all for love even though we're all used
It's the music that the angels do, and
Oh they sing for us, but all we seem to do is hide
They watch over for us, and we keep it all inside
See they do it for love, even though we're all used
It's the music that the angels do
And oh, hey!

You're not drinking enough there, buddy
To drown out the sound
So take it easy there young one
We're all lost and found people
With profound calling
All bound and falling together
But no matter whether your to my arm or to foot
I'll hold you out like you're my heart
And let people read this book
It doesn't have a sound
But, Oh, I'll let it fill my ears
You can't touch it, smell it, see it
But it will bring you years
Oh It's knowledge, it's wisdom
It's so much more than right now
It's in your breath
It gives you life
It's the answer to all your how's
And I'm nothing
I really believe that in the grand scheme of things
I'm just doing my part
Trying to say these things to you from my heart

Let the tears drown out your thoughts
And think closely of home
And if you can't compose yourself
It's best to compose a poem
Right here where it's empty
From where it's empty and hurting
Let it float away like a feather
Or whatever but without burden
I'm a child, and so are you
So let's learn it all again
Flip the page again
And hit the stage of life again and again
I'm not scared anymore
It's because of you who saw me through
The music that the angels do
I listen and translate what they say for you

hecho

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