Dear Music Songtext

von Frank Marino & Mahogany Rush

Goddamn! Are you puttin' me on man?
Are you tryin' to make me wonder just who the hell I
Am?
Well goddamn! Why is it that you don't understand
Well I'm bloody sick and tired,
Of being treated like a garbage can!
Well I know what you're tryin' to do,
But let me say this, fuck, you ain't dealin' with a
Fool!
Ah, you're so fuckin' cool
Well maybe, I've been a little hard on ya see,
But the burnin' in my soul is drivin' outta my tree
Well I'm sorry, music, if I caused you any pain
But I paid my dues, got nothin' to lose and nothin' to
Gain
Well I did not mean to be rude,
So let me conclude this, with a letter to you...
Dear Music,
It seems like years since I felt your soothing hand,
And I know I really shouldn't say all this,
Cause they tell me I'm only imagining you went away.
But it's hard you see. I remember your silver seas,
And satin mountains, and you know it really hurts,
Because, I feel so alone. And I don't think after the
Way
I've treated you sometimes that you want me no more,
But anyway music, I have to keep on trying because
It's the way that I know I've gotta live. You gotta
Understand that being alone ain't to cool,
And I always feel that loneliness,
When you don't come to me... and so I get to
Feelin'...
That I gotta... live alone... love alone... and cry
Alone...
And sometimes... I feel I gotta die alone...