Let's put on a little music to get the brain synapses clanging together as to calm. So? What shall we play?...I know. Can't go wrong with Tom Petty and The Heartbreakers', "You Got Lucky." So here we go...
Send the winds of sins to never win only to sign our name in the vanity of humanity; that has never cared for our betterment. The various stents that have bent and broken in this fine firmament which we destroy. Little boys playing with toys instead of being Pious Leaders in this whirlwind of venomous chaos...
Foster The People's, "Sit next to me."
Don't fret there's no room to assume. Forget and leave a chip in the hip pocket which may pay the next months bill, a thrill to find thy hidden "surprise" in disguise to your own demise of various cries. Lament about the days gone bye as thy Father is nigh. Coming to swoop you up, going to the most high...
Happy Mondays, "Hallelujah" (club remix)
The beat goes on and on, while I am gone. Pound a sound for the underground of hope. No need for the dope, just a periscope as I submarine under the many blunders of man. Don't say I can't because I can! Hallelujah resounding in my cranium as the maniacs attacks the so-called brainiacs traversing into another direction is the infection which will cure and pure. Rising higher onto another level where beautiful humans and things steal the opening act. Then the various Lucifers draw up a contract, a lifelong pact.
Cannons, "Fire for You."
I don't like to talk in a negative connotation. Alienation causes lifelong pain and discord. Pull the cord of the tired chord playing painstakingly in the background. Time to turn it around. Stop all the bass just in case we have no one hard to hear. There's no fear! We got each other My Dear...Sweet Sistas and Brothas!
(...Peace! More to come...)
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