don't cha know I sit here with
an arsenal of sounds and feels,
subjugated by the wind, the
explosion from inside, the shape
of your lips, persed at the end of
a conch shell horn...an explosion
of sound....the fingers spread over
goat skin...djembe.....goat-tree...
wood and skin...life makin' sound
improvisin' the word ala english
w/a lil espanol thrown in mi amigo
jammin'...I wanna jamma w/you...
snake charmer, sound, breath flowing
continuous, whistles...rattles...shakeres
pounding rhythms...yet...waiting to lay
sweet in the meadow....the spaces between
the words that seam..........O say can ya see!
mi amigo compradres, this chance to be...to
see to shiny sea......to "BE" or not to "BE?"
that tain't no question.....music sounds rise
and fall like the ocean...it tumbles like the clouds
in fields of powder blue.......& like a thunder storm
lightnin' will strike you......when ya fall into that lifetime
rhythmic tune.....we all have a song inside...mines wired!
..........................................WIREMAN................................................
Preparation & Patience
Preparation & Patience
Last edited by WIREMAN on October 3rd, 2004, 2:29 pm, edited 2 times in total.
mind is a-boppin'
nathan is a-hoppin'
i needs to take a pause
and act like santa clause
the boy needs his sunday fix
church's chicken in a mix
mashed potatoes and gravy
and don't forget the biscuits...
he and i are bachelors this weekend
as the Soo is doin' her thing in
the piney woods of Ruidoso, New Mejico
with off time groovin' with her posse
the high chihuahuan desert is lit
the sky is clear and the sun is full
beamin' it's rays thru the pahr lepht fall
and i'm diggin it all
havin a ball
wordsmithin' my boney arse off...
nathan is a-hoppin'
i needs to take a pause
and act like santa clause
the boy needs his sunday fix
church's chicken in a mix
mashed potatoes and gravy
and don't forget the biscuits...
he and i are bachelors this weekend
as the Soo is doin' her thing in
the piney woods of Ruidoso, New Mejico
with off time groovin' with her posse
the high chihuahuan desert is lit
the sky is clear and the sun is full
beamin' it's rays thru the pahr lepht fall
and i'm diggin it all
havin a ball
wordsmithin' my boney arse off...

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