Lisa Bastoni: Music

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I can hear you, Michael
Singing ‘bout the mills
Making sweet and sour candies
Out of life’s bitter pills
Fingers light as butterflies
Voice rough as salt
The world has yet to make you famous
But you know that’s not your fault
They’ll come around
They’ll hear the sound
Oh, Michael, every time you sing
A bell in heaven rings

You cut your hands on fishing line
You’ve been knee-deep in life
Raising up your kids
And writing love songs to your wife
Cat Stevens, Joni Mitchell
Bob Dylan and Tom Waits
You’ve been humming to yourself
And washing other people’s plates
They’ll come around
They’ll hear the sound
Oh, Michael, every time you sing
A bell in heaven rings

While we’re here
Might as well have another beer
Might as well in this loud room
Have another quiet tune

I can hear you, Michael
Singing about your friends
Some are lost and some are found
Some are never seen again
Everything you have
You got by blood and sweat
That’s what keeps you real
That’s what makes you the best
They’ll come around
They’ll hear the sound
Oh, Michael, every time you sing
A bell in heaven rings

(c) and (p) 2006 Lisa Bastoni