Don’t go calling on a whisper,
Worn out in an icebox
Left behind with gravel
Torn bits of a working past.
Don’t leave it there
For it will fade until forgotten
And cease to mean
What it once meant to be.
Its function will go away,
And its form and vigor
Will become used car sales lots
At the dodgy end of town.
For there is no good come
Of a screw head stripped of groove,
Nor a dollar bill
Faded to dust.
Tag: groove
Like a Rattling Groove (day 2434)
What calms me
What’s on my mind
What lays me
Out to the big blind
What shakes me
Like a rattling groove
Like a rattling groove
I am rumbling on
At midnight
I’m on the number nine
All laid out
Gets me just like wine
What makes me
Like a rattling groove
Like a rattling groove
I am rumbling on
Lately I heard
You been doing fine
What’s been going
All around my mind
What shakes me
Like a rattling groove
Like a rattling groove
I am rumbling on
Letter To a Great Song (day 2401)
What is this great song
That has my soul a singing
Floppy at the intro
Raspy in the chorus
Strumming as pure rhythm
Nodding and a bobbing
Groove and shape me loving
Letter to a great song.
A Hand Shake (day 807)
I’ve been the leftover
The gimme-gimme gone
Got you by the balls in the halls
Leftover
Give it or not
Lost, blown in the end
A dream or a thought
Give it away, give it away, give it away
Now drop.
Let the groove hold your hands
Flow through the night
Through the eyes and the eyes of the eyes; high
See me, see the glow in these these
See the chance
Buckets fallin’ under heavy, heavy
Drops of pure bloods truth
I’m havin’ attacks
Straight to the heart
Like a shak-a-shak-a-shak
Bare chested at the moon, OWWWW
So it’s the way that we love
It’s the get it, get it
Get it all packed in the black Jones tall
Lost souls holding out
My bodies been around
Shuffled down long gray gray walls
Penitentiary
I’ve been the guilt, the reconcile
But I’ve learned you are the shift
The give it t’me, give it t’me
Give it t’me with leftovers
Drop. You’re here
[note: best read at 91BPM]