Ooh... ah... ooh... Mmm... ah-ah-ah... They said music needs instruments. I said... Listen closer. Bmm... tss... kah... Bmm-bmm... tss... pah! Doom... doom... doom... No strings attached, no wires in the wall, No keys beneath my fingers, still I'm giving it my all, Got a kick inside my chest and a snare behind my teeth, Got a bassline in my throat and a rhythm underneath. I can build a little thunder with a whisper and a breath, Turn a moment into music till there's nothing silent left, Every syllable's a spark, every consonant's a drum, Every vowel holds a melody, just listen how it comes. Ah-ah-ah... ooh-oh-oh... Carry me where the echoes go... Got a pocket full of patterns and a complicated cadence, Making music out of nothing but the body's own vibrations, No distortion, no percussion from a box or a machine, Just a thousand little movements making something in between. Take the silence, slice it, shape it, stack it into something, Hear the heartbeat, hear the bass, hear the vocal rhythm running, I'm a walking little orchestra, a one-man sonic factory, But the sound becomes a universe when you sing back to me. You don't need to touch a string To make the whole world sing, You don't need a thousand lights To make the darkness bright. When the silence calls our names, We answer with a flame, And every breath we take Becomes a song we make. No strings attached, we're flying free! Nothing but the air between you and me! No keys, no drums, no electric light, Just our voices setting fire to the night! Oh-oh-oh, let the harmonies rise! Ah-ah-ah, let them fill the skies! We don't need a thing that the world can buy, We've got music in our lungs and a reason to fly! Doom-bmm... doom-bmm... Bwoom... bwoom... doom! Pff-tss-kah! Tka-tka-pah! Bmm-tss! Bmm-bmm-tss! Ah-ya-ya... ooh-eh-oh! La-la-la... ah-ah-oh! I'm articulating rhythms with a flicker of the tongue, Every beat is being born before the previous one's done, Got the syllables colliding in a perfectly imperfect Little labyrinth of language while the harmonies are turning. I'm accelerating, elevating every little phrase, Synchronizing with the breathing in a hundred different ways, Never needed any hardware to be heavy with the sound, When the bass is coming straight from human voices all around. Ticka-ticka-tss, let the tempo keep on climbing, Bada-bada-boom, hear the consonants aligning, Every rapid repetition is a rhythmic demonstration, Every breath becomes a measure of controlled acceleration. Got a choir in the distance and a heartbeat in the center, Every note becomes a doorway and another voice can enter, If the world should lose its music, if the speakers disappear, We'll be standing in the silence making something they can hear. Then let me be the melody That rises over everything, Let me be the harmony That gives your rhythm wings. You can be the thunder, I'll be lightning in the sky, And we'll make a thousand colors With the breath we hold inside. Take away the bass. Take away the rhythm. Mmmmm... Ooooooh... Still music. One note can become another, One voice can discover more, And when we sing together, There's a world worth singing for. Now bring it all back. Bmm! Tss! Kah! Doom-doom! Pah! Tka-tka-tss! Hey! No strings attached, we're flying free! Nothing but the air between you and me! No keys, no drums, no electric light, Just our voices setting fire to the night! Oh-oh-oh, let the harmonies rise! Ah-ah-ah, let them fill the skies! We don't need a thing that the world can buy, We've got music in our lungs and a reason to fly! No cable, no table, no fader, no switch, No speaker, no sequencer making us rich, Just breathing and feeling and building a bridge, Between every voice and the world that we live! Aaaaaaaaaah... Ooooooooooh... No strings. No limits. Just us.
