Lyrics
You need some 'ism' to get up in here
Might not make sense to you whose vision's clear
So much smoke here in the back room
Swirling stories disappear into plumes
Tidy nose, trying to forget
Better yet be forgotten
Such a crime, a waste of masterminds
Ticking time, trying to find the power breathing thunder
No justice, self destructive
Their worlds came crashing under
And round they came like moon, like sun
In the back room we welcome everyone
Who has music in 'em
'Cause music is, um
Music is, um
The breath of souls, new and old
Pictures that only with words can be told
Yeah, music is, um
Music is, um
In each and everything that lives and breathes and feels
Real life, late nights, familiar fabric you need
Yeah, music is, um
Have some passion to survive the fashion of p.o.p
Between them and we is an ocean of difference, see?
Up here in the back room
Music is, um, for the mind
Not just the function we find
Buns our time
Yeah, don't waste the mastermind
Don't let them steal the spine
That is the bone, the back room
Our home, our tomb
The bass child's womb
A hideaway from the world
If you should need one
A break, a breath
That what music needs
And music is, um
Yeah, music is, um
My soul, my breath
And music is, um
All that really is left
Yeah, music is, um
Music is, um
Ooooh yeah
Music is, um
Music is, um
Yeah, music is, um
Music is, um
Music is, um
Music is, um
My life, my soul, my breath
Oh, my life, my soul, my breath
Music is, um
Really all that I have left
Music is, um