David Lingabee Songs & Songwriting

Our body slows down
When it feels it may die,
Organ by organ,
Sometimes they cry.

Sadly bereaving,
As we feel that old loss,
Of a body once vibrant,
That has ceased to be boss.

Aging is gradual,
A body’s Rhythm always shows,
Maybe not noticed
But deep down we sorta know.

Chorus
There is Rhythm in dying,
More real as we age,
Our slow down in moving,
Bit by bit, stage by stage.
Hoping for answers,
Seems cloudy at best
Bodies love Rhythm,
That is when they feel blessed.
_______

Bodies love Rhythm,
They hate slowing down,
So they need you along,
To help move around.

You’ll be amazed
At how much they need you,
They’ll do anything for Rhythm
So you keep them in groove.

There is Rhythm in dying,
Just a slowdown in move,
Dance your way to freedom,
Enjoy your body’s groove.

Chorus
There is Rhythm in dying,
More real as we age,
Our slow down in moving,
Bit by bit, stage by stage.
Hoping for answers,
Seems cloudy at best
Bodies love Rhythm,
That is when they feel blessed.
_______

Our body slows down
When it feels it may die,
Organ by organ,
Sometimes they cry.

Sadly bereaving,
As we feel that old loss,
Of a body once vibrant,
That has ceased to be boss.

Aging is gradual,
A body’s Rhythm always shows,
Maybe not noticed
But deep down we sorta know.

Chorus
There is Rhythm in dying,
More real as we age,
Our slow down in moving,
Bit by bit, stage by stage.
Hoping for answers,
Seems cloudy at best
Bodies love Rhythm,
That is when they feel blessed.
_______

Bodies love Rhythm,
They hate slowing down,
So they need you along,
To help move around.

You’ll be amazed
At how much they need you,
They’ll do anything for Rhythm
So you keep them in groove.

There is Rhythm in dying,
Just a slowdown in move,
Dance your way to freedom,
Enjoy your body’s groove.

Chorus
There is Rhythm in dying,
More real as we age,
Our slow down in moving,
Bit by bit, stage by stage.
Hoping for answers,
Seems cloudy at best
Bodies love Rhythm,
That is when they feel blessed.
_______

Bridge
There is Rhythm in dying,
All the way to it’s death,
Bodies are Rhythm,
Until their last breath.
______

Our body slows down
When it feels it may die,
Organ by organ,
Sometimes they cry.

Sadly bereaving,
As we feel that old loss,
Of a body once vibrant,
That has ceased to be boss.

Aging is gradual,
A body’s Rhythm always shows,
Maybe not noticed
But deep down we sorta know.

Chorus
There is Rhythm in dying,
More real as we age,
Our slow down in moving,
Bit by bit, stage by stage.
Hoping for answers,
Seems cloudy at best
Bodies love Rhythm,
That is when they feel blessed.
_______

Bodies love Rhythm,
They hate slowing down,
So they need you along,
To help move around.

You’ll be amazed
At how much they need you,
They’ll do anything for Rhythm
So you keep them in groove.

There is Rhythm in dying,
Just a slowdown in move,
Dance your way to freedom,
Enjoy your body’s groove.

Chorus
There is Rhythm in dying,
More real as we age,
Our slow down in moving,
Bit by bit, stage by stage.
Hoping for answers,
Seems cloudy at best
Bodies love Rhythm,
That is when they feel blessed.
_______

Our body slows down
When it feels it may die,
Organ by organ,
Sometimes they cry.

Sadly bereaving,
As we feel that old loss,
Of a body once vibrant,
That has ceased to be boss.

Aging is gradual,
A body’s Rhythm always shows,
Maybe not noticed
but deep down we sorta know.

Chorus
There is Rhythm in dying,
More real as we age,
Our slow down in moving,
Bit by bit, stage by stage.
Hoping for answers,
Seems cloudy at best
Bodies love Rhythm,
That is when they feel blessed.
_______

Bodies love Rhythm,
They hate slowing down,
So they need you along,
To help move around.

You’ll be amazed
At how much they need you,
They’ll do anything for Rhythm
So you keep them in groove.

There is Rhythm in dying,
Just a slowdown in move,
Dance your way to freedom,
Enjoy your body’s groove.

Chorus
There is Rhythm in dying,
More real as we age,
Our slow down in moving,
Bit by bit, stage by stage.
Hoping for answers,
Seems cloudy at best
Bodies love Rhythm,
That is when they feel blessed.
_______

There is Rhythm in dying,
All the way to it’s death,
Bodies are Rhythm,
Until their last breath.
_________