Boy don’t you know you’re surrounded by wealth?
Its as if your ear drums have decided on stealth
Put your head phones on this is good for your health
Listen to the sound of the blues and melt into
The grooves of the vinyl you deserted to a shelf
A generation ago this is how the people felt and
Moved themselves past their cages by putting
Notes on pages delivered by sages interpreted by
Those of us who needed their saving, to give
Titles to the nameless, they gave the blueprint like
Between the intervals they were conscious, godlike
Whirling melodies with rhythmic slight of hand
Only just enough for us mortals to digest while they
Shed themselves of breath on the bandstand
All thats left are wave lengths to provide us
Strength in our struggle to maintain the left side
Fame is fleeting but when the world starts bleeding and
Needing a bandaid they bring out the cassette tape
Now notate, this place is for your phrase apply
Your taste, don’t chase, set the pace and never hesitate
Let the wax spin turning sound waves into
Adrenalin gets the blood pumping while the band is
Jumping your brain is humming soul drops its
Guard and the ghosts materialize
Rolled back eyes, needles cut lines, fingers flying
Inhibitions denied, trade dirt for sky, body is a confine so
You let the horn cry
These were unused lyrics for a previous project