.
Can you feel the rhythm rise,
but never, ever leaving the ground?
The bridges sway with every song that they play,
I can barely wait for the sound.
A sonic exhilaration
crosses dreamstates of predecision.
While wild wizards are haranguing the warlocks,
the devil makes a quick incision.
In the hearts that are subdivided,
to those full of James Brown soul-
there's an evil wind that's suddenly pinned
your face to the totem pole.
Echoes from dragons seducing a sigh,
there's an ache to leave in their blood.
Some-
when they run, run far, far away,
while others are still stuck in the mud.
Can you feel the rhythm rise,
but never, ever leaving the ground?
The bridges sway with every song that they play,
I can barely wait for the sound.
.
Jan 22, 2010
Jan 22, 2010 at 10:58 AM UTC
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Can you feel the rhythm rise,
but never, ever leaving the ground?
The bridges sway with every song that they play,
I can barely wait for the sound.
A sonic exhilaration
crosses dreamstates of predecision.
While wild wizards are haranguing the warlocks,
the devil makes a quick incision.
In the hearts that are subdivided,
to those full of James Brown soul-
there's an evil wind that's suddenly pinned
your face to the totem pole.
Echoes from dragons seducing a sigh,
there's an ache to leave in their blood.
Some-
when they run, run far, far away,
while others are still stuck in the mud.
Can you feel the rhythm rise,
but never, ever leaving the ground?
The bridges sway with every song that they play,
I can barely wait for the sound.
.
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