Had a tune stuck in my head, Wouldn't leave me alone. So I messed around... Now here we go. I hear something in my head, Then chase it till it's clear. Change a little, try again, Till it sounds like what I hear. Send it out, somebody might say, "Hey, have you tried it another way?" Maybe it works, maybe it won't, Sometimes they catch the things that I don't. Try something new, See what it brings. Change up the rhythm, Pull at the strings. Nothing to prove, Nothing unclear. I make what I like... And I like what I hear. Nothing to prove, Nothing unclear. I make what I like... And I like what I hear. There's really nothing more to it... I just like what I hear. From my mind... To my ear... Turn it up... I like it here. You change one... I'll change mine... Somewhere between us... Something sounds right! From my mind... To my ear... That's why I make it... I like what I hear! Some use six strings, some use keys, Some tap rhythms on a screen. Some know exactly where they're going, Some find out somewhere in between. I've heard great ideas from strangers, I've heard bad ones from my friends. I've changed a song because somebody said, "That part doesn't work—try this instead." And that's alright. Tell me what you see, I'll tell you what I do. We don't have to think the same To help each other through. Try something new, See what it brings. Change up the rhythm, Pull at the strings. Nothing to prove, Nothing unclear. I make what I like... And I like what I hear. Nothing to prove, Nothing unclear. I make what I like... And I like what I hear. If it makes me move... We're getting somewhere. From my mind... To my ear... Turn it up... I like it here. You change one... I'll change mine... Somewhere between us... Something sounds right! From my mind... To my ear... That's why I make it... I like what I hear! Maybe you'd have done it different. Fair enough. Maybe yours is better. Send it over. Maybe this ain't how you'd make it... Yeah... I figured. You can tell me it's not music... You can tell me it's not art... But it's been stuck inside my head Since sometime after dark. So I'll move this... Change that... Turn that weird part up. You don't have to like it. ...I kinda fucking love it. We've been making things forever, With whatever's close at hand. Sometimes nobody understands it, Sometimes everybody can. A brush, a string, A beat, a screen, A thought at two A.M. It's never been the tools we hold... It's always been the hands. From my mind... To my ear... Turn it up... Bring it here! You change one... I'll change mine... Somewhere between us... Something sounds right! Different hands... Different sounds... Funny what we make... When we pass it 'round. From your mind... To my ear... That's why we make'r... ...And we like what we hear! You don't have to like it. But if you do... Turn it up.
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