Stomp!

Music is the language of us all.

I want this to be beautiful, something to walk the streets.
A beat to swell up under you and make you move your feet.
There's a will and there's a word and there's a way to make you feel.
There's a sound that wells up from beneath and makes everything real.
If you don't stop to think about it
If you don't stop to think
If you tilt your head back and down your drink
Maybe you can move the way you want to
Maybe you can see.

And there are eggs.
We're all eggs.
We slept away our days and awoke with the setting sun.
There's a sense, a mist, a presence and our lives have just begun.
There's a long intoxication and a slow inebriation
and you feel as though you've found the place where you'd be set to fall.
But music is the language of us all.
Swing your hips,
sink those ships,
there's a trumpet and a call.
Stomp the ground and shout your name
and we will always feel this way.

So dance!
Dance, you're not damned!
There's a song on your lips!
I understand!
We all understand!

This is all there is for us,
and this is all we want.
I find it hard to speak of other things
when the beat wells up beneath my feet
and silenced what I mouthed.
There's a way - a means - to say what's what
but it won't keep you proud.
There's a force that keeps us upright and a force that keeps us strong.
There's a force that keeps us upright and a force that does belong.
There's a force that keeps us upright and a force that moves our feet.
And that force is as simple as a well-compulsive beat.
So dance!

Music is the language of us all!