With out so much of a shout- With so much room- To move disguised- In stealth- Behind the fantasy- Of a glorious tune- The pop and fizzle- From the bubble gum bands- I miss the humble anger- In Zeppelin and in Floyd- Grabbing me through- The screaming vocals and guitar starlight sex- The jukebox octane- The soul food for the misplaced- Just for the eager- To once again believe- To once again feel the rolling stone- In Rock’n Roll-
Reason for writing:
Rock and Roll is dead.
Birth sign: Libra
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