The motion at hand, and at
foot as well. the bond of the band
forms an invisible shell.
a shell or a dome or a roof or a wall,
It was never built. It can't ever fall.
speaking its language, rattling plates.
its plugged into the wall
it flows through my face.
It goes through my shoes, my
head and my hands,
We're playing the blues, dig
it. Check this out man. Feel
what I'm saying and get back
to me. The band wont stop
playing, you'll get that, you'll see.
Its in those around me,
we're making it up.
Together with sounds,
and drinks from our cups.
we speak with no words,
carry thoughts with no nature.
none other than sound
there's really no danger.
The smallest known things
and the cycle of balance
together with rhythm
incompatible with malice
the sound has a name
known well by most.
But its life. and its forever.
It's time and it's close.
.
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 3:44 AM UTC
The motion at hand, and at
foot as well. the bond of the band
forms an invisible shell.
a shell or a dome or a roof or a wall,
It was never built. It can't ever fall.
speaking its language, rattling plates.
its plugged into the wall
it flows through my face.
It goes through my shoes, my
head and my hands,
We're playing the blues, dig
it. Check this out man. Feel
what I'm saying and get back
to me. The band wont stop
playing, you'll get that, you'll see.
Its in those around me,
we're making it up.
Together with sounds,
and drinks from our cups.
we speak with no words,
carry thoughts with no nature.
none other than sound
there's really no danger.
The smallest known things
and the cycle of balance
together with rhythm
incompatible with malice
the sound has a name
known well by most.
But its life. and its forever.
It's time and it's close.
.
