Music: Sam Ock
Pick up a pencil and a pagewith staves, melodies.
waltzing around my head,rich shades, piano licks are blue.
while the drum rhythm isgreat.
I sit and reminisce my grandstaff as my stage.
In many nights, when myhearts in tune, the harmony won't plan,and the feelings won't bloom.
I guess that's my fault thatI
want beauty too soon, instead of laboring
hard from morning, till I see the moon.
Can a point all together inone voice?
Palettes full of every kind ofhue, my choice.
Rejoice or lamenting in thefragrance or the ventings of the mindthat is unleashed onto a page.
unrelenting.
I'm sensing a little sentimentaltype song.
Kind of like when the rainstops, when the elements were strong.
aslkeep on pouring
thoughts out on some tiny little black
notes.
I'll rest, take a look around,show the colors of my soul and sing.
Hello, miss rhythm, may I beyour Mister Blues, holds your hand inmind, as they spin the ones and twos,singing in my ear, when I'm on themicrophone, perfect harmony, oh I neverbe alone.
Hello, Miss Rhythm, may I beHold your hand in mind.
as they spin the ones and twos.
Singing in my ear when I'm
on the microphone Perfect harmony Oh
I'll never be alone