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(stuff that is less complete than other stuff)


I used to sing daily
that was my favorite release
emotional energy
worked just like mental grease
at once as inspiring
as it was exhausting
the music was my cake
and singing was my frosting

it happened without thought
I always had the space
I see I sure took it for granted
now that I don't have a place
the rhyme won't even flow
to express how it feels
words don't come
the loss is too real


singing was like breathing
keeping my soul alive
it's been so long I wonder
did my soul survive

singing was my manna
keeping me in touch
with everything that mattered
it meant that much

singing gave expression to my tears
so I could understood what they meant
releasing how I felt physically
kept me from getting bent

singing let me fly without leaving the ground
the physical sensation was bliss
now I search for a way to get there without a sound
a physical peace and euphoria I miss

I became the song
as an actor becomes a part
it was part of my sanity
and (a path to) truth in my heart
at once as theraptic
as it was creative
the music was my life
singing was how I'd live

I used to sing every night
to actualize peace
spiritual energy
was a physical release
and there is no religion
taken more seriously
by anyone, anywhere
than music was to me
than singing was to me

singing was breathing
it let me believe
I was alive
how I'd rejoice, how I'd grieve

singing was holy
it let me touch my god
I was alive
so easy, so hard

singing overcame all fears
it was the wind that brought answers
the breath was the spirit
the words were the dancers

singing nailed me to a cross, then it set me free
more than religion does for you, it did for me
singing was my way of believing
how to survive, without breathing


every verse another song
even if it sounds way wrong
another piece of the pie
another way not to die

shift the tempo up and down
melody smile, melody frown
rhythm in back, rhythm in blues
rhythm in rainbows, infinite hues

can you imagine what it could mean
that way back when
can you imagine how it had been
how it was then
can you imagine what my eyes had seen
when I was ten
when I was seventeen
can I remember... can I sing again

singing was more than harmony
it was life and destiny
all there was to me
all there is to me
  all that's left of me...
so many songs
so many pieces
can I find a way
can I find a place
  for my souls releases...
let my spirit be
where it belongs
in the music
  in the songs...


singing was like breathing
(singing was breathing)
keeping my soul alive
(it let me believe)
it's been so long I wonder
(I was alive)
did my soul survive
(how I'd rejoice, how I'd grieve)

singing was my manna
(singing was holy)
keeping me in touch
(it let me touch my god)
with everything that mattered
(I was alive)
it meant that much
(so easy, so hard)

singing gave expression to my tears
(singing overcame all fears)
so I could understood what they meant
(it was the wind that brought answers)
releasing how I felt physically
(the breath was the spirit)
kept me from getting bent
(the words were the dancers)

singing let me fly without leaving the ground
(singing nailed me to a cross, then set me free)
the physical sensation was bliss
(more than religion does for you, it did for me)
now I search for a way to get there without a sound
(singing was my way of believing)
a physical peace and euphoria I miss
(how to survive, without breathing)

I became the song
as an actor becomes a part
it was part of my sanity
and (a path to) truth in my heart
at once as theraptic
as it was creative
the music was my life
singing was how I'd live

I used to sing every night
to actualize peace
spiritual energy
was a physical release
and there is no religion
taken more seriously
by anyone, anywhere
than music was to me
than singing was to me


Missing Music
(Singing)

Ric Candor    ©2000


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