作词 : 东 百 下 小 雨
作曲 : 东 百 下 小 雨
编曲 : 东 百 下 小 雨
It's funny how the music put times in perspective，
Add a soundtrack to your life and perfect it，
Whenever you are feeling blue keep walking and we can get far，
It's funny how the music put times in perspective，
Add a soundtrack to your life and perfect it，
Whenever you are feeling blue keep walking and we can get far，
Like a movie that you can't predict，
Like a book that you can't resist，
I sing along a song that's oh so sensual，
bring along a sip to make it all so sexual ，
verbally that is, ****** **** to the music means vibing to the beat at night，
with the whole city fast asleep, out cold，
true words seem to rise to the lips, take hold，
of a poet in me, most powerfully，
I feel free when the world doesn't owe it to me，
It's so hard to find a gig that lives up to the billing,
trying to find a reason to work, god willing，
I admit, my thinking is wishful，
like a star upon a child gazing up to the ceiling，
how far do we have to stretch the truth，
to fit the lifestyles borrowed and overdue，
we can take it all back to the register，
and start all over from the canister，
Just break it all down into pieces of bright，
moments that pass by like a meteorite，
throw on your favorite reel that's good to go，
on the analog player watch the people glow，
sit back to the breeze let the memories flow，
comedy tragedy all the highs and lows，
It's funny how the music put times in perspective，
Add a soundtrack to your life and perfect it，
Whenever you are feeling blue keep walking and we can get far，
Wherever you are，
Like your moves that I can't predict，
Like your look that I can't resist，
The ting-a-ling feeling was oh so mutual，
the lingering appeal was so unusual，
herbally what is, medicine to a lone soul can become poison to some，
with the whole city fast asleep, out cold，
true vision seem to come to the eye, take hold，
of a prophet in me most visibly，
I see clear when the world doesn't show it to me，
It's so hard to make sense in a cycle of billing,
trying to find a reason to quit and make a killing，
I admit, my thinking is wishful，
like a star upon a child staring down from the ceiling，
how far do we have to stretch the picture，
before pixelating the human texture，
we can take it all back to the register，
and start all over from the canister，
let's save it all up for an ultimate prize，
homecoming gathering with a big surprise，
throw on your favorite record that's good to go，
on the analog table and it's hooked to blow，
sit back with ease and hear the emcee flow，
high hat kick drum all the highs and lows，
It's funny how the music put times in perspective，
Add a soundtrack to your life and perfect it，
Whenever you are feeling blue keep walking and we can get far，
Um, third time's the charm, hopefully，
when I chime on your door you'd still let me in，
after all these years，
the room that you caved in my heart is exactly the same as you left it，
I realize that you have moved on，
new styles and cliques like them silent flicks，
I'm speechless in this golden occasion，
the beautiful expression on the silver creation，
this time I'd like to keep in touch，
I'm a likkle bit wiser, a whole lot tougher，
if I suffer through another nightmare tonight,
we'll chalk it up as another chapter to write, all right?
or wrong or somewhere down the middle of the road，
I wanna see you again in a scene with the backdrop a perfect ten，
and the music can take us back to the spot right then，
from black and white to a sepia tone，
some dreams come with a tint or in monochrome，
from black and white to my skin tone，
some dreams have a stint on the microphone，
It's funny how the music put times in perspective，
Add a soundtrack to your life and perfect it，
Whenever you are feeling blue keep walking and we can get far，
Wherever you are，
Okay we can take it all back to the register，
and start all over from the canister，
Just break it all down into pieces of bright，
moments that pass by like a meteorite，
throw on your favorite jacket and you're good to roll，
on the analog trail and you look the role，
just stroll through the trees and let your miseries go，
sunshine hurricane all the highs and lows，
we can take it all back to the register，
and start all over from the canister，
Just break it all down into pieces of bright，
moments that pass by like a meteorite。