The Jacob Tapes

It was the music coming from my finger tips
it was the music

what was I sayin
before the sound escaped me
where was it going

I'm not sure if the sounds will come clear

keep coming out again
keep coming out again out again
keep coming out
keep coming out
keep coming out keep coming out

music music I'll keep coming out
music music I'll keep coming out



Here I am here I am all alone
you think I'd like it, call it my home
and I do

They keep tellin me to prove my way
through the sounds I hear and the crazy ways
they keep coming, into my brain
I call it music some call me insane
just sounds sounds in my brain
This is what I mean
see I've got poetry so deeply woven
and now it's growing out
out of my fingertips and in
in to whatever it may become
who would know
when things will change
those four chords always sounded the same
maybe one day
I'll have perfect pitch and understand
but until that day, just call me a man

A music man

there are little bits between I go astray
spending way too much, let my money get away
but in the end
it all comes back to me
who I am and what I wanted to be
A music man
with an end to his no where
no where: I won't go there.
Cuz that's just a path right back to me
and you'll see there's so many ways to sing
but only one of them
gets to be me.
If you could talk and listen to yourself for just one minute
not on a shelf
any way you could spin it
it's just yourself
and it's all coming back to this
and that's where the music's at.

sometimes it's just gotta be tough
let it free with everywhere to go
I don't even know
If these words will ever make it to your ears
I don't even know
If I can brave my fears
and going on and on again
going on and on and on until the end
A music man


So introspective
gives new perspective
on old familiars ways