When Music No More Moves Me
I live for the sound of a string quartetWhisking away my every regret
Letting me close my eyes and forget
Everything outside
Outside of a small room in my mind
Where there is no love or pain or time
Only the moving emotion sublime
Of sweet lyrical ecstasy
Life is not worth living
Care is not worth giving
The dawn is not worth lifting
When music no more moves me
For pain it's not worth crying
For love it's not worth trying
My soul lies wounded dying
When music no more moves me
I live for the sound of an electric guitar
Cutting in front from somewhere afar
Sending the song up into the stars
And crashing back down again
When the song has built up and is ready to blow
And the lead cuts in and makes it explode
It takes hold of my soul and all that I know
Is that I never want the ride to end
Life is not worth living
Care is not worth giving
The dawn is not worth lifting
When music no more moves me
For pain it's not worth crying
For love it's not worth trying
My soul lies wounded dying
When music no more moves me
But let not this burden on me weigh
And god almighty let me pray
That I will never know a day
When music no more moves me
Poetry by Morgan Cellohead
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Written on 2009-01-25 at 19:12
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