Lyrics

2. All Of The Music is Gone (Sullivan-Coleman) copyright 2004

It?s a tragedy of momentous proportion
And don?t accuse me of lyric distortion
I?m sure of my finding; there?s no use rewinding
All of the music is gone

I?ve sought it as if I were a knight gone questing
With all of my spirit the search I?m investing
I spin through the dials; but nothing beguiles
All of the music is gone

I?m listening for the words of broken hearts
Or triumphs or treasures and poets endeavors
But all that confronts me is pounding and anger
Now that all of the music is gone

It?s a travesty and a ridiculous notion
To singularly limit all of the emotion
To harping and hating; there?s no use debating
All of the music is gone

Where is Bob Zimmerman or Smoky Robinson?
Or at least an encouragement to revolution
There?s nothing uplifting they?ll find themselves drifting
In a world where the music is gone

I listen for the words when he tells her he loves her
The triumphs and treasures of poets? endeavors
But all that I?m hearing is sullen or searing
Now that all of the music is gone

I?m aching to hear guitars wailing or weeping
Or triumphs or treasures and poets endeavors
I must journey backward, to the land of the record
Before the music was gone

It?s a tragedy of momentous proportion
And don?t accuse me of lyric distortion
I?m sure of my finding; there?s no use rewinding
All of the music is gone