Top Songs By Douglas Hodge
It Must Be Believed To Be Seen (Reprise)Douglas Hodge, Nicholas Skilbeck, Jill Farrow, Nigel Lilley, John Gladstone-Smith, Dave Holmes, Rutledge Turnlund, Mike Smith, Nick Moss, Jamie Talbot, Colin Skinner, Matt Gunner, John Barclay, Phil Judge, Michael Keelan, Clare Taylor, Shelley Britton, Ann Morfee, Charlie Brown, Laura Melhuish, Brian Wright, Nina Foster, Dom Pecheur, Vicky Matthews, Nerys Richards, Corrina Silvester, Phij Adams & Nikki Belsher
A Little MeDouglas Hodge, Jack Costello, Nicholas Skilbeck, Jill Farrow, Nigel Lilley, John Gladstone-Smith, Dave Holmes, Rutledge Turnlund, Mike Smith, Nick Moss, Jamie Talbot, Colin Skinner, Matt Gunner, John Barclay, Phil Judge, Michael Keelan, Clare Taylor, Shelley Britton, Ann Morfee, Charlie Brown, Laura Melhuish, Brian Wright, Nina Foster, Dom Pecheur, Vicky Matthews, Nerys Richards, Corrina Silvester, Phij Adams & Nikki Belsher
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Douglas Hodge
Performer
Nicholas Skilbeck
Conductor
Nick Moss
Performer
Jamie Talbot
Performer
Colin Skinner
Performer
Phij Adams
Performer
Nikki Belsher
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marc Shaiman
Composer
Scott Wittman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Marc Shaiman
Producer
Scott M. Riesett
Producer
Lucian Piane
Producer
Lyrics
A painter needs no reason to make a thing of art
Yes there's no switch to stop and start the flow,
A gardener has his season, his green thumb and his heart,
Don't ask a man why does your garden grow.
A poet sits for hours with words apon his tongue.
He can not help to rhythm his doom and gloom
So if you taste my flowers, you'll see that I'm among,
That certain group, that lucky troop for whom it's
Simply Second Nature, to wish away the grey, to take licorice stick and make a tree.
Yes there's no rhyme or reason,
I was simply made this way, what's strange to you is nature to me.
It's Simply Second Nature to paint outside the lines, it merely is the way that I was born
You see I've been selected to create the unexpected,
And make each day feel just like Christmas morn.
Picasso took a torso and turned it on it's head, it isn't right or wrong it's what he felt.
And Dali, even more so, would positively dread,
Explaining why his hands of time should melt.
And me, I take sweet honey and make a tasteful rose, what can I say it's simply what I do,
Some men make pots of money, they're happy I suppose,
But be grateful that for just a lucky few its...
Simply Second Nature, to see what isn't there, the mind is such a wonder to explore,
and though some nights I dread, all the voices in my head, I'd rather be this way than be a boar.
It's Simply Second Nature, to dream of something new,
Then wake on fire and try to sculpt each day,
It's no blessing, it's a curse! Wait, no Strike that, and Reverse
I wouldn't have it any another way...
Writer(s): Marc Shaiman, Scott Michael Wittman
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