the beatles
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Life in silence is indeed no lifeLife in silence is constant strifeLife in silence, suffering is rife
I like to think I was born in the wrong era,
I think sometimes it quite unfair, or,
Stupid how nobody knows who Paul Simon is,
Who’s Weezer? Cake? Beastie Boys?
Guitar is a gift,
Was a gift.
Playing until my fingers were red,
Eating mayonnaise on bread.
Guitar hurt,
Guitar told my story,
Guitar sang,
And played.
There is no silence, I will keep following the sirens
I can't breathe
At least, I don't feel like I can
I don't know why
Tin wind chimes used for doorbells
A song, a song
Won't you sing along?
When the melody feels right nothing can feel wrong
Music
What a curious thing
When you hear the right tune in your ears it will ring
