Above The Music

I'm so glad she broke my heart

it's very useful for my art

and who wants to be lost in life itself

from underneath these heavy rains

the similes take off like planes

and when the women come to wish me well

I'll tell them

i can't hear you above the music

that's playing in my head

i can't see you above the music

and i can't touch you at all

So lay us off or let us starve

or make us fight so you can carve

our names onto some wall when we're no more

but try to put our songs to bed, man

they're not sleeping, they're not dead

and when death comes a knockin' at my

door

I'll cry out

i can't hear you above the music

that's playing in my head

i can't see you above the music

and you can't hurt me at all

Hide the banjos hide the drums

they're marching up the hill with guns

but we're ok and que sera blah blah

we'll tell them "burn our records, bomb

our kind we've melodies you'll never find

so if you wanted quiet -- na na na"