Gemini Garden, Silent One

“a mute tongue is a slave to silence” - Silent One You rouse the proud, sung praise all wowed Who draws the crowd and plays so loud? Sway befits a rock star jam Baby, it's the guitar man Muse wanna wield my soul Who's gonna steal the show? Whew whoa slay me hits ya so far than You know, baby, it's the guitar man They sang, wakes self-love He can make you love Being, good inside He can make you cry They spill Spring soothe down He will bring you down They willed, be alive He will get you high Heaven keeps 'um hummin' Somethin' keeps him goin' Smiles that's miles away Miles and miles a day Find a quiet place to pray To find another place to play When out of sight, from seeks infight! Night after night, who treats you right? Maggies flit there we are clan, Baby, it's the guitar man Sounds of English Sparrows Who's on the radio Hugo and Christen know where'd Sparrow, sang You go and listen to the guitar When they calm you down Then he comes to town Brand new deem its place And you see his face When through, winks true light revue Heavens gate And you think you might like to take his place Fun things still be leapin', Somethin' keeps him driftin' Trials that whiles astray, whoa Miles and miles away, oh Words in score forlong per se Searchin' for the songs to play When dew glistens through the muse it Then you listen to the music Send clues cite bring to a song And you like to sing along New accounting keeps believing You want to get the meaning Bouts are chirped and tweet along Out of each and every song When blue tints a greyer persage Then you find yourself a message Trends worst who falls to be owned And some words to call your own Bent fate slum gloam And take them home They sang, wakes self-love He can make you love Being, good inside He can make you cry They spill Spring soothe down He will bring you down They willed, be alive He will get you high Heaven steep within 'em Somethin' keeps him movin' It's all one needs will grow But no one seems to know Fact it's those birds you know What it is that makes him go When those flights sing into chirpers Then the lights begin to flicker When the crowds are gatherin' And the sound is getting dim Their choice brings all to alter The voice begins to falter Around proud cores, thick than thin And the crowds are getting thin Yet they severed hocus pocus But he never seems to notice They must get 'em a bigger sky to have their say He's just got to find another place to play Fly all-day Fade away Hum away Got to play Flap away Fade away Love their sway Got to play