their lead vocalists spilling lava of pitches his steady voice always predictable you could sing along without the faintest clue of the lyrics i prefer a bumpier road than paved classical music echoes off the pounding walls his body overpowering the base cello his head frollicks about in a wierd distortion i prefer a less intense occasion the steady beat of his wooden sticks his soulful tastes incorporated in his ritual pounding easy access, hes at the corner of my block i prefer to live off the beat of a different drummer... .
Reason for writing:
i have no clue...
Birth sign: Virgo
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