Thani - The Pianist lyrics

Like Sviatoslav in his primetime He dictates sound – Stalin's grind His will's the piece, His bride; the machinery Really… It's hard to beat It has white keys, it got black keys With the black keys you play Debussy ( ) See you're a key and I'm a key Gee, it even has Lebanese keys Melody's like a relay from one to another From Christ to the twelve, Paul to Timothy My father to me or from brother to brother And the team underneath the beats, that's harmony Peeps, I plead, never neglect to meet ‘cause major or minor, you still in the game It's all good in the end – Picardy is His fame Those given praise started Out at I (God!) He gon' end it like that Perfect, authentic at I (Cadence!) At times He hits us hard, it hurts Yet habitually He Una corda, ooh His piano is His “forte” Like a tender breeze, that's how my God plays He exposed Himself, develops the Church Will recapitulate as King – it's Sonata form Homie, this music's just a movement of a grand work And it started about 2000 years ago And it continues on, until God knows when