The Sound That Soothes
To heal is but to hurt a little,
Perhaps tonight with a fiddle
To cast away pain and sorrow,
Or for beats now to borrow.
In peace, perhaps, the sounds to follow,
In a gust of emotion, to forget about tomorrow.
Thus I listen to music.
Strike me with cymbal, hit me with a snare,
Flow through me without a care.
Frighten me all throughout,
Let my mind loose all whereabout.
Thus I love music.
I sway about the rhythm, dance my spirit free.
My soul is aflame. I cry in pure glee.
Let me in to Abbey Road!
There my shaking conscience is sown.
Thus it shall never be.
I shall carry my weight,
Only visit you at night,
Love you, love you,
Rocking to the bones, a fool for you,
Thus I sing to you.
May her Majesty too have a belly full of wine!
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