The summer heat in Ypsi pounds my back
drumming notes of sweat into my clothes.
My song of labor for all to see.
Yes, I did it. Yes, this is me.
How my muscles contract and move in time,
One, two, trash
One, two, trash
Picking up trash is my dance agony.
A dancing soldier-I step and I bleed.
I look up at the sun-my source of melody.
The sun is my musicbox
-my tune and my clock.
I cannot stop dancing until the sun stops.
Aug 12, 2010
Aug 12, 2010 at 5:05 PM UTC
The summer heat in Ypsi pounds my back
drumming notes of sweat into my clothes.
My song of labor for all to see.
Yes, I did it. Yes, this is me.
How my muscles contract and move in time,
One, two, trash
One, two, trash
Picking up trash is my dance agony.
A dancing soldier-I step and I bleed.
I look up at the sun-my source of melody.
The sun is my musicbox
-my tune and my clock.
I cannot stop dancing until the sun stops.