By Bob Malone & Mike Rothenberg
From “Bob Malone” (1998)
It’s the same twelve notes
No matter how you use them
It ain’t what you play but how
Those notes are just noise if you abuse them
But you can’t ride to the mountaintop
Just on technical perfection
You can only get there movin in a soulful direction
It don’t matter if it’s soft or loud
If it’s new or if it’s old
Cause it ain’t worth nothing if it ain’t got no soul…
It’s like makin love
But music is your lover
You got to do to the muse
Like what you do under the covers
Play it like it’s for life
Not like it’s just for the night
Cause you won’t get nowhere, honey, if you don’t do it right
Get out of your own way
Let the music take control
Cause it ain’t worth nothing if it ain’t got no soul…
BRIDGE:
First time I ever laid my hands on these keys
That rhythm took possession
That’s when I learned that music’s more than makin sounds
It’s nothing short of making a confession…
REPEAT 1st VERSE
© 1998 Born Too Late Music (SESAC)/Drums Of Grace Music (BMI)
