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The Music
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Suzanne Tyson
Singer of
songs sing for me, play for me. Mirror my memories
back to me with the music of my life.
Unleash me. Release me. Hypnotize, materialize
the days gone by and carry my sorrows away
with the notes you sing and play.
Singer of songs, sing! Sing stories which speak to
me, a tale true to life,
or dreams and what could be. A new philosophy to
set me free
from the emotions of doubt and loneliness, my
passions and reactions.
Wail the world’s wrongs into the night and the need
for love and right.
Share with me your own rendition of the human
condition,
so I will know I’m not alone. Speak to my heart and
cause me to cry
and sigh and wonder why there is no perfection, so
I may move on
in search of tomorrow. Unleash me. Release me.
Mr. Musician, play for me. Blow your horn, mellow
and deep,
strong and low, long into the lonely night. Echoes!
Echoes! Of me
and my dreams. Let the notes fly and swirl to
encircle me, so my soul
may ride upwards to the stars and back.
Mr. Musician, play for me. Drums setting a steady
beat,
wild and foot tapping, rapping out laughter and
more love.
A celebration of being in the present and a call
for the future for me to embrace. Unleash me.
Release me.
Singer of songs sing for me, play for me. Mirror my
memories back to me with the music of my life.
Unleash me. Release me. Hypnotize, materialize
the days gone by, and carry my sorrows away
with the notes you sing and play.
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