music is a medicine, music is a must.
music is the beating heart, rising from the dust
all the wondrous talent leave their mark behind
for future generations to search and look and find
only in the mainstream is patronage assured
we who work the backstreet's are lucky when we've scored.
we scratch and scrape and struggle and face all detrement
the coin collected for the task is soon shared out and spent.
so people walk your backstreet's search and you will find
the myriad of talent who work with you in mind
musicians need the spotlight. before the sound has gone
search and look and listen...'rock on' ....'rock on'....'rock on'

KASH.

live and let live, die and let die
existence is gone in the blink of an eye.
try to be kind, thoughtful and true
don't let the grey ones. un-stick your glue
don't let the liars unbrew your tea.
I am for you, if you are for me.
don't hush the sound from the wings of a bird
don't **** the music before it's been heard
circle the wagons against all your foes
the next day arrives as another one goes
stop that pretence, you can't be who your not
be thankful for breath and each day that you've got
life is a joy and each day is a gift.
do something good. your spirit will lift.
it's easy to moan and belittle your lot
try to be thankful for all you have got
count all the good things that's happened to you
you'll always be best, at the best you can do