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Busker Noise
©2002 Gibbens/Weston


You hear them in the tunnels
Where the echo makes them loud,
Singing for the lonely in the crowd,
And on the windy corner
Through the city sounds you hear,
The busker’s little voice won’t disappear.

Busker whine, busker noise,
Busker girls and busker boys,
Only for the pennies that you throw,
They put a little music in your soul,
They put a little music in your soul.

I woke up this morning,
Something from the charts,
Any melody that’s in your hearts.
Chant it out and strum it
And they turn the tune around.
Are you glad to hear that real live human sound?

Busker whine, busker noise,
Busker girls and busker boys,
Only for the pennies that you throw,
They put a little music in your soul,
They put a little music in your soul.

In the cavities of London where you keep
Yourselves to yourselves,
It’s good to wake from walking in your sleep
To hear the dreams of somebody else.

The wind that shakes the barley,
All the things you are,
How can a poor man stand such times and live?
Losing my religion,
Three little birds,
What they give you’s all they’ve got to give.

Busker whine, busker noise,
Busker girls and busker boys,
Only for the pennies that you throw,
They put a little music in your soul,
They put a little music in your soul.

Busker noise, busker strum,
Busker go and back they come,
Only for the pennies that you throw,
They put a little music in your soul,
They put a little music in your soul.

 

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