(03-22-2013, 01:05 PM)Leanne Wrote: A pumping riff, a bassline and a drum;
Relax and let the beat flow through your blood --
Or that which fills your veins (I hope it’s rum) --
Collapse the walls, become the rising flood.
Kick off the polished boots, embrace the mud,
Invest your soul in that which devils play;
No techno trash or sugar pop tart crud
Gets feet off seats (or cars in pools) this way.
Surrender, throw yourself into the fray,
Or wonder ever after what you missed :
Nights drinking shots from navels, led astray
Near very naughty groupies, nice and pissed.
Exist within the four-four flame of rock
The most exciting word to end in -ock
O f all the places I could be tonight,
N ew strings retuned again, new shoes retied,
E mbarrassed just existing, but excite-
Ment coursing through me, burning nonetheless.
O ppressing lights and crowds of noise inside
R eminding me I'm up, I'm so delit-
Ed, I can taste the bile, a bonafide
A nxiety attack of jitterness.
T he moment passes, legs ignore the fight
T urned full blast in my brain, and taking stride
E ventually up stage, my hands (despite
M y mental state) take over for the rest.
P layed out, exhausted, sweating, fingers fried,
T onight's was great, tomorrow's will be... best.
Peanut butter honey banana sandwiches