I used to bang on fretted strings
frilled out chords and pretty things
I closed my eyes and let it flow
no boundaries did imagination know
I still can feel the rising rush
of blood electric through my veins
reminisce of all the chains
I've busted through
me and my crew
we did the do and so much more....
out of this world we did explore
through the sound, through the music, through the sound, into the mystic, so profound, to feel the music...
in our blood, hearts of lust
a musician's kind of kindred trust
i miss those days...
I sometimes weep inside
I hear a verse and groove the vibe
but something inside me knows it died
...
A life once lived, so true...
so true
That life I lived is through...
so through
But still I keep an acoustic propped against my wall
in case that the muse of music does call...
please call
Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 8:12 PM UTC
I used to bang on fretted strings
frilled out chords and pretty things
I closed my eyes and let it flow
no boundaries did imagination know
I still can feel the rising rush
of blood electric through my veins
reminisce of all the chains
I've busted through
me and my crew
we did the do and so much more....
out of this world we did explore
through the sound, through the music, through the sound, into the mystic, so profound, to feel the music...
in our blood, hearts of lust
a musician's kind of kindred trust
i miss those days...
I sometimes weep inside
I hear a verse and groove the vibe
but something inside me knows it died
...
A life once lived, so true...
so true
That life I lived is through...
so through
But still I keep an acoustic propped against my wall
in case that the muse of music does call...
please call
I feel like I've lived so many different lives...please tell me someone feels the same...
