In the beginning was a mighty bang,
as the shockwaves spread and the heavens rang.
From the start this world was violent,
man asked why but the sky was silent.
God was moved, he made a choice,
he said: 'let music be my voice.'

Let there be music,
music will be...
and you shall hear my story,
you will glimpse my glory
and find a refuge
from the trouble that you see.

Let there be music,
music will be...
and if your burden grieves you
your baby ups and leaves you,
I'll be your blues if you should choose
to lean on me.

He, he said let there be (let there be)
music, and there was...
children don't you cry, because
He, he said let there be (let there be)
music, and there was...
children don't you cry, because...

There shall be music,
music will be...
and if cupid's bow
strikes you low,
hey Jules and Jim,
I wrote the hymn to ectasy.

He, he said let there be (let there be)
music, and there was...
children don't you cry, because...

I am always near you
so don't think I can't hear you
I am present, I am calling
in the sound when rain is falling.

I wear the thin disguise
the lovers' sobs and sighs...
don't you know
who I am?

(woo-hooo-hoo-ooo-ooo)
who I am? (woo-hooo-hoo-ooo-ooo)

He, he said let there be (he said let there be)
music, and there was...
children don't you cry, because
He, he said let there be
music, and there was...
children don't you cry, because

There shall be music,
music will be...

I look around me and I see
Folks leading more constructive lives than me
They don't this for reward
They are walking in the footsteps of their Lord
For themselves they make no claim
They may die without the world knowing their name

(chorus)
But they will ride, ride, going to their Lord, they will ride
They will ride, ride, going to their God, they will ride
They will ride, ride, going to Jesus.

Some good people will deny
Anything they can't see with their own eyes
They don't walk in God's light
They just walk the way they do because it's right.

(chorus)
And they will ride....

People hear me: who can know?
If our time on Earth's the warm up or the show
Ask a good man, there's no doubt
He'll have too much on his mind to work it out

(chorus)
And he will ride....

I love music, in every style
from Clair de lune, to that mother...'cker Miles.
I love music, I love music, the things she says.
I have to hang on, her every enigmatic phrase.

She's richer than money, and bigger than fame,
and love is the reason I'm playing this game.
She's richer than money, and bigger than fame,
and love is the reason I'm playing this game...

I love music, I love music, she holds the keys
to unlock heartaches, and silver stardust memories.

When that sweet angel sings
I believe that
I have wings too
I believe that
I have wings too
I beli-ee-eve I have wings

I love music, she knows how
to bring the past into the here and now.

The song that was playing, the night that you fell,
for someone from heaven, who put you through hell,
The song that was playing, will help you recall
the feeling of falling, the thrill of it all...
I hate music.

When that sweet angel sings
I believe that
I have wings too
I believe that
I have wings too
I beli-ee-eve I have wings.

I love music, and when I die
I'll tell Saint Peter, if he's the one asks me why:

She's richer than money, and bigger than fame,
and love is the reason I played in the game
She's richer than money, and bigger than fame,
and love is the reason I played in the game...

The song that was playing, the night that you fell,
for someone from heaven, who put you through hell,
The song that was playing, will help you recall
the feeling of falling, the thrill of it all...

I love music, I love music, she's my heroine.
Who's my hero? The unnerving, unswerving Irving Berlin!

Richer than money, and bigger than fame,
and love is the reason I'm playing this game
Richer than money, and bigger than fame,
love is the reason I'm playing this game...

I love music, Nile and 'Nard,
Pierre Boulez, guru of the avant-garde.

I've no time for religion
maybe doubt's a modern disease
then I look at you and here's what I do:
I wear holes in both my knees.

I pray that God protects you
and if he is busy elsewhere
may his legions speed.

in your hour of need
and surround you till he's there
I pray that God protects you.

God watch over you every minute,
every moment
God Watch over you... and if you fall...

God watch over you,
God watch over you.

I've told your guardian angel
not to let you out of his sight
or attempt to fly if he sees you cry
He's to stand his ground and fight.

God watch over you every minute,
every moment
God Watch over you--and if you fall--
May he stretch out his arm
and catch you, keep you from harm
Or sweep you into his palm but
God watch over you,
God watch over you.

God watch over you
God watch over you.

Music is a princess
I'm just a boy, in rags
I would gladly spend my life
carrying her flags.

From the first time I heard her
the sound of her voice
and her beauty completely bewitched me,
I was lost then and there
I was given no choice
ever since, there's been no peace for me.

You see,
music is a princess
I'm just a nobody
who'd gladly give his life
for her majesty.

If in dying I'd move her or make her heart stir
if I thought for one moment I'd be missed...
but extravagant gestures are wasted on her
she's a princess, I'm Oliver Twist.

Music is a princess
I'm just a boy, in rags
I'd gladly spend my life
carrying her bags.

If their weight is much greater than I first supposed
I'd remember my oath of allegiance
true love is a monarch who won't be deposed,
treason hasn't a chance.

Music is a princess
I'm just a boy, in raaa-aags

Music is a princess
I will remain unknown,
falling asleep at night
dreaming of her throne.

But her jewels are brighter than my eyes can bear
and although she is something to die for,
I do not have the slipper she's waiting to wear
so my dreams remain dreams nothing more.

Her jewels are brighter than my eyes can bear
yes, she is something to die for,
but I don't have the slipper she's waiting to wear
I'm a boy dressed in rags at her door.

Music is a princess
I'm just a boy, in raaaaaags
In raa-aaaa-aags
In rags

Welcome to Earth, the story so far,
the story so far.

At first there was a vaccum
where creation came to be
singing 'save me'
'save me'.

Were we abandoned in the ether
or did someone set us free?
Love me, love me.

Earth, Earth, the story so far

Welcome to Earth, the story so far,
the story so far.

There was a baby in a stable,
some say it was the Lord.
Singing 'save me', 'save me'.

Why if it's no more than a fable
should it strike so deep a chord?
Love me, love me.

Earth, Earth, the story so far
Welcome to Earth.

Science broke the news
the only absolute is light.
Save me, save me.

Wasn't that the message
of the star on Christmas night?
Love me, love me.

Earth, Earth, the story so far
Welcome to Earth.

Here comes the last of the great romantics.
Faithful and true, believing in you,
regardless of the things you do.

Here comes the last of the great romantics,
feet planted wide, defying the tide.
Come on Gatsby, stand aside.

People see me walking down the street
and I hear them saying 'here he comes'
That boy makes a banquet from
a table of crumbs...

He hears romantic music in
unanswered phones,
in the angry slamming of a door,
and the girl that he's mad about
does not care any more.

Here comes the last of the great romantics.
Defying the tide. Come on Gatsby, stand aside.

Here comes the last of the great romantics.
Not foolish, not grand, taking a stand.
Out of touch? No, in command!

So people, never ridicule the lovesick fool
or say he's only carrying a torch,
in his hands it's a flamethrower
and his judgement is scorched.

Here comes the last of the great romantics.
Not tortured, not wracked. Illusions intact.
Undiscouraged by the facts.

Here comes the last of the great romantics.
Feet planted wide, defying the tide,
come on Gatsby, stand aside.

Here comes the last of the great romantics.

Falling in love is easy,
that's what my friends tell me.
It's letting a bird
out of a cage,
when will my heart, my heart
be free?

Falling in love is simple,
nothing you need to know.
It's falling off logs (falling off logs)
follow the flow (follow the flow-oh)
Why is my heart, my heart,
so slow?

It's falling off logs (falling off logs)
follow the flow (follow the flow-oh)
Why is my heart, my heart,
so slow?

Falling in love is child's play,
just take it stage by stage.
Fly away bird (fly away bird)
take to the sky (take to the sky-y)
Why are you scared
to leave your cage?

Fly away bird (fly away bird)
I'm counting to three (one two three)
When will my heart, this heart
be free?

My poor heart was heavy,
my poor heart was stone.
Then I heard them - they were angels,
and they were singing: 'you're not alone.'
'There is a peace
you've never known.'

I could hear trumpets,
I could hear them blow.
Then the angels summoned chariots,
the angels told them
'swing, swing low'
the angels told them
'swing, swing low.'

Sweet gospel music
carry this boy, away from danger
Sweet gospel music
carry this boy, towards the light
Sweet gospel music
carry this boy, away from danger
Sweet gospel music
carry him home tonight.

If your heart is heavy,
if your heart is stone,
may you hear them - they are angels.
They may be singing about a throne,
about a peace, in the never-known.

Sweet gospel music
carry this boy, away from danger
Sweet gospel music
carry this boy, towards the light
Sweet gospel music
carry this boy, away from danger
Sweet gospel music
carry him home tonight.

Sweet gospel music
carry this boy, away from danger
Sweet gospel music
carry this boy, towards the light
Sweet gospel music
carry this boy, away from danger
Sweet gospel music
carry him home tonight.

Note: There is a famous Gospel song: "Swing Low, Sweet Chariot" that is heard on rugby matches, that is said that was inspired when someone saw the tributary of the Mississippi river and it reminded him of the Jordan river, and that he saw Elias rising with his chariot to the Heavens.

Meet the new Mozart,
he's in the bed where commerce
sleeps with art;
who can blame him?
No pauper's grave this time round
will claim him.

Only days before he died
the Salzburg wonder, prophesised;
'I know one day I will see
a less heartbreaking century.'

'I'll form a band, and play some dates,
reject the music God dictates.
All I write may not last,
hell it may be manure,
but I'll endure,
not burn out fast.'

Meet the new Mozart,
the comeback of the Salzburg wizard.
Meet the new Mozart,
he's in the bed where commerce
sleeps with art;
who can blame him?
No pauper's grave this time round
will claim him.

So much for the divine spark,
it flared then left me in the dark.
Next time I won't be so pure
dreaming big, dying poor.

Next time round, not so bright,
I'll swap a molten core, a starburst for,
candlelight.

Meet the new Mozart,
the comeback of the Salzburg wizard.
Meet the new Mozart,
he's in the bed where commerce
sleeps with art;
who can blame him?
No pauper's grave this time round
will claim him.

Meet the new Mozart,
who can blame him?
No pauper's grave this time round
will claim him.

Spread your golden wings
and take me close to the divine,
be mine. Spread your golden wings,
and lift me up onto cloud nine,
be mine. Spread your golden wings, be mine.

Almost like Romeo and Juliet
lovers the day we met,
one day I'll lose you
to that I'm resigned.

Till then, angel...
Angel of love, oh
Angel of love, be mine.

Almost like Romeo and Juliet,
see how the stage is set.
Poison or dagger? Read the last line.

Till then, angel...
Angel of love, oh
Angel of love, be mine.

Angel of love, angel of love.
Till then, angel... (angel of love)
Angel of love, be mine.

Spread your golden wings
and take me close to the divine,
be mine. Spread your golden wings,
and lift me up onto cloud nine,
be mine. Spread your golden wings, be mine.

Almost like Romeo and Juliet -
almost, not quite, not yet.
Death waits to claim us
and frame us in pine.

Till then, angel...
Angel of love, oh
Angel of love, be mine.

Angel of love, angel of love.
Till then, angel...
Angel of love, be mine.

Angel of love.