Dari
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bobhowla
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Howard Michael Doupe
Songwriter
Lirik
I was born four feet off the floor my baby mother's pride and joy
Hear the church bells and pistols at dawn
Crack in the lip and the heartache was yours
Up out and running a frustrated creation
Gravel tracks at the walk to the station
Held save from harm into a world that was shaken
I'll hit the floor and now I'll never stop bleeding
Brought up the decent way
With waste sites for playgrounds and bottles for pay
From this mess I had to figure it out but clean
Sheets and pay-per-week is not for what I'm on about
My love, it's the only way I can see
Me and you getting through another day
'Coz the music keeps calling, music keeps calling...
Took my time I made a plan entrusted wisdom 45's in my hand
Staring faces in a magazine covered
Walls I was left all alone just to dream
The straight and narrow the narrow
Straight study hard for a decent wage
Provide some shelter some security but
These middle clash visions hold nothing for me
What is wrong in my life?
Work for heart and strife but there's nothing I could ever like
'Coz the music keeps calling, music keeps calling...
In this place I remain gives us life gives us shame
But I'm tired of this playing all your fickle games
From the front of the door to the back of the
Stage in a world that just crumbles a life lived in vain
Now I'm screaming throughout through the noise of the
Crowd to the man at the back with the stubs in his hand
To the back of the van with your latest demands
Nights of sleep I'm deprived I'm still screaming inside
Like a bird who flies on home It's
Never lost always knows which way to go
'Coz the music keeps calling, Music keeps calling.
Music keeps Callin'
Writer(s): Howard Michael Doupe
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