I was walking up a hill writing a song when I passed a man with drumsticks and glasses on.
I stopped him and asked "wanna be my band?" He tilted his head and said "I'd be glad to keep time and accent your rhymes!" So off we rolled toward
downtown sound a magical haven for the musically inclined.
We talked to the owner (she's beautiful and free and everything that brings happiness to me) and she said "sure your traveling act can stop for the night knock out your rythms and make everyone feel alright".
checked the levels warmed the tubes and
so we did and it was spontaneous and from the fingers
the sounds were off and out of time
loud and alive with a dense misunderstood honesty
as soon as it started it was over
the man with the glasses and wood bit drumsticks we shook hands and parted ways
the kick of his drum follows my steps i hope i meet that man again
Oct 18, 2012
Oct 18, 2012 at 2:54 AM UTC
I was walking up a hill writing a song when I passed a man with drumsticks and glasses on.
I stopped him and asked "wanna be my band?" He tilted his head and said "I'd be glad to keep time and accent your rhymes!" So off we rolled toward
downtown sound a magical haven for the musically inclined.
We talked to the owner (she's beautiful and free and everything that brings happiness to me) and she said "sure your traveling act can stop for the night knock out your rythms and make everyone feel alright".
checked the levels warmed the tubes and
so we did and it was spontaneous and from the fingers
the sounds were off and out of time
loud and alive with a dense misunderstood honesty
as soon as it started it was over
the man with the glasses and wood bit drumsticks we shook hands and parted ways
the kick of his drum follows my steps i hope i meet that man again
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