Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Music Must Change, artist - The Who. Album song Who Are You, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 17.08.1978
Record label: A Geffen Records Release;
Song language: English
Music Must Change |
Deep in the back of my mind is an unrealized sound |
Every noise that I hear on the street say it soon could be found |
When I hear the cold lies of the pusher I know it exists |
It’s confirmed in the eyes of the kids emphasized with their fists |
But the high has to rise from the low |
Like volcanoes explode through the snow |
The mosquito’s sting brings a dream but the poisons derange |
So the music must change |
For we’re chewing a bone |
You know we soared like the sparrow hawk flies |
Then we drop like a stone |
Like the tide and the waves growing slowly in range |
Crushing mountains as old as the Earth |
So the music must change |
Sometimes at night I wake up and my body’s like ice |
The sound of the running wild stallion the noise of the mice |
And I wondered if then I could hear into all of your dreams |
I realize now it was really the sound of your screams |
Death always leads into life |
But the street fighter swallows the knife |
Am I so crazy to feel that it’s here pre-arranged |
The music must change |
It’s gets higher and higher |
Smoldering like leaves in the sun it bursts into fire |
Its rhythm grows strong, so strong |
So new and so strange |
Like bells in the clouds then again the music must change |
Change |
But is this song so different? |
Am I doing it all again? |
It may have been done before |
But then music’s an open door |
Deep in the back of my is an unrealized sound |
Every feeling I get from the street says it soon could be found |
When I hear the cold lies of the pusher I know it exists |
It’s confirmed in the eyes of the kids emphasized with their fists |
But the high has to rise from the low |
Like volcanoes explode through the snow |
The mosquito’s sting brings a dream but the poison’s derange |
Though the music must change |
For we’re chewing a bone |
We soared like the sparrow hawk flies |
And we drop like a stone |
Like the tide and the waves growing slowly in range |
Crushing mountains as old as the Earth |
So the music must change |
The music must change, yeh |