He fingers the strings,
Enjoys the discord
Without any chords,
He dances and sings
The way he should dress,
He couldn't care less
Some hate him for that,
Some show him respect
As blind as a mole
But she, does enjoy
His tunes bring her joy
And peace to the soul
Old chums think he’s mad,
They just wish him dead
Young lads go “Hooray”,
When they hear him play
So happy he lives
Without real care
His talent so rare
Is all he believes
A Charming Discord by João Massada is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.
Enjoys the discord
Without any chords,
He dances and sings
The way he should dress,
He couldn't care less
Some hate him for that,
Some show him respect
As blind as a mole
But she, does enjoy
His tunes bring her joy
And peace to the soul
Old chums think he’s mad,
They just wish him dead
Young lads go “Hooray”,
When they hear him play
So happy he lives
Without real care
His talent so rare
Is all he believes
A Charming Discord by João Massada is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.
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