Static...
A snap.
A low and slow wuub wuub wuub
In the distance
And a faint note arising
Slowly but surely,
Turns to a chord
And then moves to make a melody
Neatly rested in the hills
Of the constant wuub wuub wuub
Then I hear a gliding crescendo...
And
The bass. It pounds. Every blast. Like bombs.
I can feel my stomach wriggle
I can feel the power through
Oh god it's empowering
Like sweet, sweet *******
Oh, feel the air
The bass. Constantly pushes. Makes waves. In the air.
It is solid around me
I feel the music
But I live for the bass
Apr 16, 2011
Apr 16, 2011 at 10:28 PM UTC
Static...
A snap.
A low and slow wuub wuub wuub
In the distance
And a faint note arising
Slowly but surely,
Turns to a chord
And then moves to make a melody
Neatly rested in the hills
Of the constant wuub wuub wuub
Then I hear a gliding crescendo...
And
The bass. It pounds. Every blast. Like bombs.
I can feel my stomach wriggle
I can feel the power through
Oh god it's empowering
Like sweet, sweet *******
Oh, feel the air
The bass. Constantly pushes. Makes waves. In the air.
It is solid around me
I feel the music
But I live for the bass
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