The guitar sounds off the mic
Open air outside , a quiet room awaits
Warm breeze silently enters
And she stands there
Mesmerized by him
For the music produces love
the vibrations of strings touch my soul like a a million duffel bags
o where Im I going with this rhyme
I am inspired by my love , by my hate , or by anything this thought creates
To touch flat bottom or fly away in space
I am as calm as the still winter sky
From my smoke you can always tell god is my giving tale.
I can describe one particular event with this man
where we went into space
And it sounded like neil young riping away my soul, Every single note a little further away, pure ecstasy flyes me away
uncotrolable movement of the soul
Dance of the gods
Of pure feeling
Of love.
Music , the love our soul creates , the true voice of the soul
Where on does not find the meaning , but the feeling
Love it takes me away.”
Sep 27, 2012
Sep 27, 2012 at 4:54 PM UTC
The guitar sounds off the mic
Open air outside , a quiet room awaits
Warm breeze silently enters
And she stands there
Mesmerized by him
For the music produces love
the vibrations of strings touch my soul like a a million duffel bags
o where Im I going with this rhyme
I am inspired by my love , by my hate , or by anything this thought creates
To touch flat bottom or fly away in space
I am as calm as the still winter sky
From my smoke you can always tell god is my giving tale.
I can describe one particular event with this man
where we went into space
And it sounded like neil young riping away my soul, Every single note a little further away, pure ecstasy flyes me away
uncotrolable movement of the soul
Dance of the gods
Of pure feeling
Of love.
Music , the love our soul creates , the true voice of the soul
Where on does not find the meaning , but the feeling
Love it takes me away.”
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