Donnie Trumpet - Music Found Me lyrics

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Donnie Trumpet - Music Found Me lyrics

My veins vibrate like piano chords Soaking, dragging, my sandy strings of sediment into oceans of sentiment Flooding every form of creation Embellishing senses like melodic sentences See Sounds They are aesthetic It makes up my chromosomes It's genetic I'm close to synthesthetic Sounds surrounding me They're broken down, synthetic Music found me Dropped in a world beyond any of your wildest dreams Wilder than most of the fantastic fantasies your brain can conceive While you daydream through AP Psychology I paint melodious strokes and Revolutionary quotes through Bra** plated notes on blank minded canvases A stroke here and a stroke there but it's Important to leave space I drag my feet because it reminds me of paint brushes on snares Car horns harmonize dissonant chords Engines rattle meters like beads on swinging cymbals I don't hear train tracks the same way you do Helicopters chop up rhythms I count my days on my back I am my own soundtrack A movement in a lifelong suite First forever falling gracefully And floating tastefully Then stretching slowly through crescendos Building colossal monuments of ecstasy Don't ask me why I can't stop singing to myself Don't ask me why my fingers never stop moving Don't ask me why sometimes I hear you but can't listen My world is made of bouncing rhythms and traveling pictures Sounds pervade senses Relentless, intenseness, essence left defenseless, since the emergence of His presence Bar mitzvahs like artists grasp instruments My rabbi is Miles Davis He asked for my repentance in a silent way so that my handcuffs remain past tense Reckless confessions of adolescence Infinitely sentenced to be incarcerated by ledger lines Back of the blue and white bus Weed smoking kids But of course, corpses that never breathed art before are forever reeking of remorse for pledging allegiance to ignorance and pricey pristine politicians Demeanors of indifference How many presidents were musicians? People aren't blind when it comes to politics, they just don't listen Listen, then you can see Tapestries of righteous vixens and revolutionary blacksmiths Banging bra** backs on bruised blue and purple ignorance I once was lost But now, I'm found Was blind But now, I see Music found me