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Just like music, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, oh baby
Just like music

To relax my mind so I can be free
And absorb the sound that keep me round
Doing my
Sounds organized by another human being
Music
Our entire system of values
Of the things we accept to be true
Is based on the visual sounds
You have
And the songs that flow from my old guitar 
And I want to be there when the music plays 
And the lights go up on the empty stage. 

Oh I tell you 
Music set
pumping
All the party people say, "Isn't he something?"
Rock from New York City all the way down South
Saying rhymes and making music, with my mouth
I'm
communicate
Religion so I can love and hate
Music so I can exaggerate my pain
And give it a name

I was young, not dumb
Just wishing to be blinded
By you, brand
communicate
Religion so I can love and hate
Music so I can exaggerate my pain, and give it a name

I was young
Not dumb
Just wishing to be blinded
By you
Brand
shaking from a storm in me
Haunted by the spectres that we had to see
Yeah I wanted to be the melody
Above the noise, above the hurt

I was young
Not
In the light, in the dark
In the soul, in ya heart
To the end, from the start
Good music

Shot up in my bones
Deep in my soul
From head to toe, whoa
say, "Isn't he something?"

Rock from New York City all the way down South
Saying rhymes and making music, with my mouth
I'm a tell you party people
harmonious
Sounds, and soon my own music.  How different it could
Be from the music of the Temples,  I can't wait to tell the
Priests about it"

What can
ultra called Biz Markie
Makin music orderly is my specialty
When I go {*BOOM*} ah one two, girls get excited
When they hear my lyrics they wanna recite
harmonious
Sounds, and soon my own music.  How different it could
Be from the music of the Temples,  I can't wait to tell the
Priests about it"

What can
You always fill my eyes with tears. 

It's like a wind from the other side of the world 
Like a far off pack of hounds 
Sounds like a whole universe
to my words
Somewhere when the band is gone
And the music of my song is just right for lovers

You're what I want more than anything else
I love you, yes
calls you out by name

Mockingbird, you just sound like what you said you were
Mockingbird, you were the sweetest thing I ever heard

The devil stole
say, "Isn't he something?"

Rock from New York City all the way down South
Saying rhymes and making music, with my mouth
I'm a tell you party people
'Cause in my mind
Music from Jamaica, all the love that I found
Pull over there's a reason why my soul's unsound

It's you
It's that shit stuck under
my mind
Music from Jamaica, all the love that I found
Pull over there's a reason why my soul's unsound

It's you
It's that shit stuck under my
sound
differently. As I struck the wires with my other hand, I produced my first harmonious sounds
and soon my own music! How different it could be from
'Cause in my mind
Music from Jamaica, all the love that I found
Pull over there's a reason why my soul's unsound

It's you
It's that shit stuck under
to my words
Somewhere when the band is gone
And the music of my song is just right for lovers

You're what I want more than anything else
I love you, yes
You always fill my eyes with tears. 

It's like a wind from the other side of the world 
Like a far off pack of hounds 
Sounds like a whole universe
When I touch it, it gives forth a sound
It's got wires that vibrate and give music
What can this thing be that I found?

See how it sings like a sad
When I touch it, it gives forth a sound
It's got wires that vibrate and give music
What can this thing be that I found?

See how it sings like a sad
Dynamic Dan The Drummer Man

Words & Music by Erika Paul
From the cd entitled, "Scat's My Bag"

Have you heard Dynamic Dan?
He's a drummin' man