[Intro] They handed me a rulebook Said, “This is how it's done” Four walls, four chords, four minutes And don't forget to count I smiled and closed the book Then reached for something strange Sometimes the best beginning Is refusing to play the game [Verse 1] Give me a piano after midnight A dusty room and one good idea Let me follow every little impulse Just to see where it might lead I'll put a little laughter in the rhythm Leave some silence where it doesn't belong Try a melody upside down And see if somehow it becomes a song [Pre-Chorus] I don't need all the answers Before I start to sing Some of the brightest colours Only appear with broken wings So if the moment pulls me somewhere I've never been before I'll leave the light behind me And walk through the open door [Chorus] No rules for the music No limits on the sound I don't need somebody else To tell me what I've found Call it anything you want Put any label on the door I'll make the music that I hear And ask for nothing more No rules for the music Let the whole world disagree I didn't come here to be told What kind of song I'm supposed to be [Verse 2] Put a waltz beneath a guitar Let a synthesizer meet a choir Drop a brass band in the middle Just because I like the fire Turn a whisper into thunder Make a heartbeat chase the bass Borrow something from the ballroom Then send it into outer space Yesterday can keep its records Tomorrow hasn't heard this one I'll mix the pieces that I fancy And see what happens when they're done [Pre-Chorus 2] Maybe someone won't understand it Perhaps someone won't agree That's alright, they can keep wondering What it was supposed to be I won't owe an explanation For the things that set me free If the song makes sense to me That's enough for meeeee [Chorus 2] Somewhere between the silence And a room full of noise A thousand different possibilities Are waiting for a voice Yesterday had its answers Today can change the question Every unexpected turn Becomes another direction Whatever shape the moment takes I'll follow where it goes The song can write its own rules As it unfolds [Bridge] Wait. Did I just change the tempo? Who decided that was allowed? [Pause] Nobody. [Little laughter] Interesting. [Music begins shifting again] A little piano. A little brass. Something electric underneath. And somewhere in the back— a voice saying, “Are you sure about this?” [Beat] Absolutely. [Breakdown] Is this pop? Is this rock? Is this cabaret? Is this punk? Is this jazz? ...Does it matter? [Huge orchestral pause] Who cares? [Final Section] One song can wear a hundred faces One voice can cross a thousand lines A little chaos, a little magic And suddenly the pieces rhyme No one has to tell us where to stand No one has to draw the boundaries There are endless ways to tell a story And every one can sound like me [Final Tag] We're Free Musiers We don't need permission We're Free Musiers We make our own definition [Outro] A melody doesn't need permission. Neither do we. We're Free Musiers! [Soft piano] Make something new.
