THE MUSIC GONNA CATCH YOU
write those words
write those words
the music will be coming on
the music gonna be coming on
what cho mean what cho mean
say the screams from the street
tell of a nightmare junkies dream
and things ain’t quite what they
seem
and the song won’t let you sleep
the words bounce around inside your
head
like flies on a midnight mirror
there is more common place here than
art
you fear
write those words, write those words
before they get away
because there is no other day
don’t clap hands
don’t take up the beat
slapping on your tummy
and your woman is looking at you
funny
she say what you gonna do
when
the music gonna catch you
JWL
you say
I’m older than rock and roll
and the blues have got my soul
but if you don’t feel the rhythm
and the beat
check your pulse and shake your head
cause you ain’t living man
you’re dead
John Lee Hooker
Lowell Fulson
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