Souful Love..
The way I touch the records when they cry for attention..the needle skips but the sound keeps it's proper etiquette..illusions that we were spreading love songs through the high wheat grass..imprinting the outlines of our bodies as one..as one we sought out to take the world by the speakers..love with the beautiful noise put here to bleed out happiness..from the ghettos the music arose like vapors below..the rise of heart and soul began the revolution..soulful love