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G Song (arr. D. Bukowski for marimba and vibraphone)

de Terry Riley

I got a secret to tell you
I think you already know
(Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah-ah)
There's something wrong with me, babe
You can see, you're starting to show
(Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah-ah)
I'm feeling different in my skin
I feel like something is changing
(Ah-ah, ah-ah)
Is it just me or are the colors melting off of the painting?
(Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah-ah)

Might be a tragedy
Devastation right in front of me
Am I a future disaster that's waiting to happen, that's waiting to happen?
Like blood on white-

Part the seas, you should get out of my way
I'm holding glass in my hand and it could break
Something so physical
Made me a cynical
Disaster waiting to happen
Like blood on white satin (ah)

It's like the switch of an engine
I think I've broke all the breaks
(Ah, ah, ah, ah)
Am I defective, cause I'm dying
And make stupid mistakes, oh
(Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah-ah)

Might be a tragedy
Devastation right in front of me
Am I a future disaster that's waiting to happen, that's waiting to happen?
Like blood on white

Part the seas, you should get out of my way
I'm holding glass in my hand and it could break
Something so physical
Made me a cynical
Disaster waiting to happen
Like blood on white-

Watch your back, you don't know what I could do
I'm losing all control and I'm feeling bruised
Something so physical
Made me a cynical
Disaster waiting to happen
Like blood on white satin (oh)

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