Random ramblings from an amateur rock-n-roll historian and critic,self-professed bourbon aficionado, blackberry growin', jam makin', sometime tie-die shirt makin', ex hippie wannabe, turned punk rock lovein', blues festival going, middle aged pudgy bald white guy who loves to wear Hawaiian shirts in the summertime and happens to be more Stax than Motown, more Alman Brothers than Skynard, more Stones than Beatles, more NASCAR than Baseball, more freeware than license keys...
Wednesday, May 30, 2018
I've
been in every black hole At the alter of a Dark star My body s now begging Though it's begging to get back Begging to get back To my heart To the rhythm of my soul To the rhythm of my consciousness To the rhythm of yes To be released from control
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