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APPLE MUSIC
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TIDAL
LYRICS
The second that you sing a note it has begun decaying
Like a tooth inside a glass of coke upon a tray and
Kinda like the haunting of the echo of the raven sayin’: Lenore!
No, no, no forget that girl, now let me tell you more
I’ll tell you about a boy who learned to write up quite a score
ABCDE / EDCBAGF
Once upon a time there lived a little Philip Sousa sous chef
Age of 5, ear drums alive, he dug Peter, Paul and Mary and the polyphony of wind chimes
Youngest of a family of 4, two guys two girls
Absolutely such beautiful lives
Arms wide, side by side by side
Nothing yet ruptured, damned, damaged, or died
And hardly tall enough to start believin’ a lie, he smiled
It’s just the start
A rhythmic beating heart alive
What is that sound?
What hidden powers lie?
The first time he was beaten on the mats he called it quits
Well, he had received a nose bleed from this guy, it was the pits
His dad and every other parent had all been watchin
And although he had gotten gold the last time in this competition
He just knew that Judo wasn’t really quite the ‘thing’
And he would have to find a pathway that will really make’m sing
And so his mom says, “Mr.P I’ve got a notebook for you bring
It down to Second Cup with me and you can doodle like a king!”
And so he got himself erasers and some pencils and pens
Lookin’ at the world now through a caricature lens, he was at peace,
Weaving up a fantasy fleece
Started writin’ stories just to chase the red balloon
and maybe in the future he’d have his own cartoon
It brought him lots of joy to be creating and free
Though it wasn’t always easy for this boy to breathe, with asthma
It’s just the start
A rhythmic beating heart alive
What is that sound?
What hidden powers lie?
Age of ten, he finally hits home with a pen
His teacher says his story’s good enough to make play and then
Everyone participates to make it come to life
The words that were inside his head have now become a scythe
Just slicing, bison stampeding on the world, but soon he’s old enough to be mistaken for a girl
Which is a gut-punch whirl for a young chap in the 8th grade, it was no wonder he took it to the stomach like a sword blade
So a canine and a guitar were brought to his aid and his doodles turned to paradiddles, semitones and crossfades
Now high school, reefer, and aviator shades
Spending all his time to learn the slickest licks by Jimmy page
And writing clever lyrics in the margins of a 12-gauge essay, one day his uncle offers him up a fine trade: scrape and paint the front porch and in return I’ll give you 12 harmonicas okay?
It’s just the start
A rhythmic beating heart alive
What is that sound?
What hidden powers lie?
29: whoa whoa whoa - who sped up time?
Shouldn’t he be a father or a professor already with a credit line?
Who the hell is he to play mouth harp in the daytime and squat heavy like a feline and pick apples off his neighbour’s tree, I’m telling you man you better get to work, or there’s a spot for you at the end of the line where they give handouts to poor folks who don’t know how to well spend their time.
Philip: (I’ll show them!)
That’s what they all say about him on their couch as they recline
And drown themselves in cheap wine
As if their own lives are all fine
As if they know what to do with their time
As if their day job’s a f*ckin’ shrine
While somewhere in the meantime, Phillip takes a breath in his garage to the base of his spine that will be heard in a thousand years by intelligent life in a galaxy far beyond the dark side of the moon where our sun can’t even hope to shine...
It’s just the start
A rhythmic beating heart alive
What is that sound?
What hidden powers lie?
It’s just the start
A rhythmic beating heart alive
What is that sound?
What hidden powers lie?
SPOTIFY
APPLE MUSIC
AMAZON MUSIC
YOUTUBE MUSIC
TIDAL
LYRICS
The second that you sing a note it has begun decaying
Like a tooth inside a glass of coke upon a tray and
Kinda like the haunting of the echo of the raven sayin’: Lenore!
No, no, no forget that girl, now let me tell you more
I’ll tell you about a boy who learned to write up quite a score
ABCDE / EDCBAGF
Once upon a time there lived a little Philip Sousa sous chef
Age of 5, ear drums alive, he dug Peter, Paul and Mary and the polyphony of wind chimes
Youngest of a family of 4, two guys two girls
Absolutely such beautiful lives
Arms wide, side by side by side
Nothing yet ruptured, damned, damaged, or died
And hardly tall enough to start believin’ a lie, he smiled
It’s just the start
A rhythmic beating heart alive
What is that sound?
What hidden powers lie?
The first time he was beaten on the mats he called it quits
Well, he had received a nose bleed from this guy, it was the pits
His dad and every other parent had all been watchin
And although he had gotten gold the last time in this competition
He just knew that Judo wasn’t really quite the ‘thing’
And he would have to find a pathway that will really make’m sing
And so his mom says, “Mr.P I’ve got a notebook for you bring
It down to Second Cup with me and you can doodle like a king!”
And so he got himself erasers and some pencils and pens
Lookin’ at the world now through a caricature lens, he was at peace,
Weaving up a fantasy fleece
Started writin’ stories just to chase the red balloon
and maybe in the future he’d have his own cartoon
It brought him lots of joy to be creating and free
Though it wasn’t always easy for this boy to breathe, with asthma
It’s just the start
A rhythmic beating heart alive
What is that sound?
What hidden powers lie?
Age of ten, he finally hits home with a pen
His teacher says his story’s good enough to make play and then
Everyone participates to make it come to life
The words that were inside his head have now become a scythe
Just slicing, bison stampeding on the world, but soon he’s old enough to be mistaken for a girl
Which is a gut-punch whirl for a young chap in the 8th grade, it was no wonder he took it to the stomach like a sword blade
So a canine and a guitar were brought to his aid and his doodles turned to paradiddles, semitones and crossfades
Now high school, reefer, and aviator shades
Spending all his time to learn the slickest licks by Jimmy page
And writing clever lyrics in the margins of a 12-gauge essay, one day his uncle offers him up a fine trade: scrape and paint the front porch and in return I’ll give you 12 harmonicas okay?
It’s just the start
A rhythmic beating heart alive
What is that sound?
What hidden powers lie?
29: whoa whoa whoa - who sped up time?
Shouldn’t he be a father or a professor already with a credit line?
Who the hell is he to play mouth harp in the daytime and squat heavy like a feline and pick apples off his neighbour’s tree, I’m telling you man you better get to work, or there’s a spot for you at the end of the line where they give handouts to poor folks who don’t know how to well spend their time.
Philip: (I’ll show them!)
That’s what they all say about him on their couch as they recline
And drown themselves in cheap wine
As if their own lives are all fine
As if they know what to do with their time
As if their day job’s a f*ckin’ shrine
While somewhere in the meantime, Phillip takes a breath in his garage to the base of his spine that will be heard in a thousand years by intelligent life in a galaxy far beyond the dark side of the moon where our sun can’t even hope to shine...
It’s just the start
A rhythmic beating heart alive
What is that sound?
What hidden powers lie?
It’s just the start
A rhythmic beating heart alive
What is that sound?
What hidden powers lie?