The measure is irrelevant in the tablature of the soul
Beats per minute will vary as the chorus of your song grows
Weather on the 16th notes or even the eighth the muse of jazz commences to cooperate
And so we play along with the sax of a new wave marching in step dancing in sync while our worlds are on the brink
Be strong and play along
And yeah listen to some Elton John!
Traveler Tim
Elton John, Your Song
little bit funny, this feelin' inside I'm not one of those who can easily hide I don't have much money, but boy, if I did I'd buy a big house where we both could live If I was a sculptor, but then again, no Or a man who makes potions in a travelin' show Oh, I know it's not much, but it's the best I can do My gift is my song and this one's for you And you can tell everybody this is your song It may be quite simple but now that it's done I hope you don't mind I hope you don't mind That I put down in words How wonderful life is while you're in the world I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss Well, a few of the verses, well, they've got me quite cross But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song It's for people like you thatβ¦