π™Žπ™€π™£π™œ · π™‹π™€π™§π™©π™§π™–π™žπ™© (π™ƒπ™š π™†π™£π™šπ™¬)

π˜Όπ™‘π™—π™ͺ𝙒 · π™‹π™€π™žπ™£π™© π™Šπ™› 𝙆𝙣𝙀𝙬 π™π™šπ™©π™ͺ𝙧𝙣

π˜½π™–π™£π™™ · 𝙆𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙖𝙨

https://youtu.be/scT-77nwRAo

He had a thousand ideas
You might have heard his name
He lived alone with his vision;
Not looking for fortune or fame
Never said too much to speak of;
He was off on another plain
The words that he said were a mystery
Nobody's sure he was sane

[Hook]

But he knew, he knew more than me or you
No one could see his view
Oh, where was he going to?
He was in search of an answer
The nature of what we are
He was trying to do it a new way
He was bright as a star
But nobody understood him
"His numbers are not the way"
He's lost in the deepest enigma
Which no one's unraveled today

[Hook]

But he knew, he knew more than me or you
No one could see his view
Oh, where was he going to?

And he tried
But before he could tell us he died
When he left us the people cried
Where was he going to? Oh

He had a different idea
A glimpse of the master plan
He could see into the future
A true visionary man

But there's something he never told us
It died when he went away
If only he could have been with us
No telling what he might say
See Kansas Live
Get tickets as low as $45

[Hook]

But he knew, he knew more than me or you
No one could see his view
Where was he going to?

But he knew, you can tell by the picture he drew
It was totally something new
Oh, where was he going to?

'I now understood the secret of music and knew what makes it so infinitely superior to all the other arts: its incorporeality. Once it has left an instrument it becomes its own master, a free and independent creature of sound, weightless, incorporeal and perfectly in tune with the universe.' - Walter Moers
π™Žπ™€π™£π™œ · π™‹π™€π™§π™©π™§π™–π™žπ™© (π™ƒπ™š π™†π™£π™šπ™¬) π˜Όπ™‘π™—π™ͺ𝙒 · π™‹π™€π™žπ™£π™© π™Šπ™› 𝙆𝙣𝙀𝙬 π™π™šπ™©π™ͺ𝙧𝙣 π˜½π™–π™£π™™ · 𝙆𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙖𝙨 https://youtu.be/scT-77nwRAo He had a thousand ideas You might have heard his name He lived alone with his vision; Not looking for fortune or fame Never said too much to speak of; He was off on another plain The words that he said were a mystery Nobody's sure he was sane [Hook] But he knew, he knew more than me or you No one could see his view Oh, where was he going to? He was in search of an answer The nature of what we are He was trying to do it a new way He was bright as a star But nobody understood him "His numbers are not the way" He's lost in the deepest enigma Which no one's unraveled today [Hook] But he knew, he knew more than me or you No one could see his view Oh, where was he going to? And he tried But before he could tell us he died When he left us the people cried Where was he going to? Oh He had a different idea A glimpse of the master plan He could see into the future A true visionary man But there's something he never told us It died when he went away If only he could have been with us No telling what he might say See Kansas Live Get tickets as low as $45 [Hook] But he knew, he knew more than me or you No one could see his view Where was he going to? But he knew, you can tell by the picture he drew It was totally something new Oh, where was he going to? 'I now understood the secret of music and knew what makes it so infinitely superior to all the other arts: its incorporeality. Once it has left an instrument it becomes its own master, a free and independent creature of sound, weightless, incorporeal and perfectly in tune with the universe.' - Walter Moers
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