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
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