"You're the Violin" — the musical instrument as metaphor.
YOU'RE THE VIOLIN
Nazareth
Some beat me like a drum
Some stroke me like a guitar
Some shake me like a tambourine
Some beat me into the wall
In the song of my life
Baby, you're the violin
Some blow me like a horn
Some slide me like a trombone
Some smoke me like a tuba dude
Some cut me like a saxophone
In the song of my life
Baby, you're the violin
When you touch me like you touch me
Don't it feel like a summer breeze
When you lay down in my lonely soul, ya
It brings me to my knees
Think I'm makin' love to you
Sweet Baby, Ya
When you touch me like you touch me
Well, don't it feel like a summer breeze
When you lay down in my lonely soul, ya
It brings me to my knees
Think I'm makin' love to you
Sweet Baby, Ya
Some beat me like a drum
Some stroke me like a guitar
Sh-sh-sh-shake me like a tambourine
Some beat me into the wall
In the song of my life
Baby, you're the violin
In the song of my life
Baby, you're the violin
(WORDS AND MUSIC BY NAZARETH)
COPYRIGHT 1975 JENEVIEVE MUSIC (BMI)
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- From the Nazareth catalogue. The beloved as an instrument — played, responsive, making music when touched correctly. The violin as the most expressive of instruments, the one closest to the human voice.