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SOUND
I used to love to sing all night and all day
Any song imaginable, played any way
I digged the groove, the rhythm pulling deep from within my soul
Just to hear my voice relate the beauty of the role
I could imitate any singer any style
To hear me recreate seemed to always bring a smile
It made me popular when I had not been before
I believed my destiny was to show the world so much more
Then I, myself,
Alone, could ever really be
All the outside influences
That molded and made up me
Such a shame, that I
Could not find myself
Within all the sounds that I
Thought were my wealth


All I touched and all Id seen
Was really all Id ever been
To such existence, one should not be bound
I talked all night, I talked all day
Believed my voice would show the way
But nothing comes to talkers but sound


So busy with all that talking, I had no time to hear
Heartfelt advise given to me, a treasure oh, so dear
No, I still kept on pondering the notes to make it right
My sounds just kept on wandering, till lost, out of site
Never took a rest, the resonance it filled the air
Had to keep on performing, till the day Id make it there
Where the voices of the popular, talk over joys they explore
When I finally reached that destination, my voice it was no more
And I, myself,
Alone, finally had to see
All the outside influences
That molded and made up me
Such a shame, that I
Could not find myself
Without all the sounds that I
Thought were my wealth


All I touched and all Id seen
Was all my life had ever been
To such existence, one should not be bound
I talked all night, I talked all day
Believed my voice would show the way
But nothing comes to talkers but sound


Silence   is golden, this I came to know
The sound and the fury is just truly meant for show
As painful as it was, I had to relearn the score
How to use that which was so precious to me before
No longer could I depend on imitating what I hear
The power slowly slipping from what I had held so dear
Until I beheld a newer tone, so much different from what Id known
Now I believe my destiny is simply waiting to be shown
For I, myself,
Alone, have recognized what sets me free
All the inner positives
That mold and make up me
Now I realize
That to stand I had to fall
It really wasnt such a shame
After all


All I touch and all I see
Is not the total sum of me
To such existence, NO ONE SHOULD BE BOUND
The reason why I verbalize this way
In reply all that I can say
This is the true beauty of my sound


All I touch and all I see
Is not the total sum of me
To such existence, NO ONE SHOULD BE BOUND
The reason why I verbalize this way
In reply all that I can say
This is the true beauty of my sound
Copyright 2001 (Elizabeth Anne)  FunkyButtMonkeeMusic, INC (BMI)