Lost is the soul of a boatless man

Sunday, April 10, 2011

Rock-n-Roll

Promises under a black light poster,
A hit a piece, a 12 hr ride for sure.
Red wine and weed to soften the rush to the peak.
It's you and I, We've opened the window
and let the devil in.

Led Zepplin, Houses of the Holy,
on a turntable, skip and hiss.
Hammer of the Gods, more wine and weed.
It's comin on, the sparkles on your halo glow,
It's you and I, The Who, Who Are You.

Touching you feels a mile deep, soft flesh,
Van Halen tee slowly falls to the floor.
Could the sun have gone down during all this?
The street light adds to the rooms swirl of color,
breathing ever closer to our venture into the abyss.

Grateful Dead, Sugar Magnolia, and the sweet smell of wine,
The smile, turns to hysterical laughter, a trip to the bathroom,
and gently touching you again,
The promise of more, before the dawn.
Dancing to the Guess Who, These Eyes.

Bob Dylan, Tangled Up and Blue
reminds me of a lost love,
The thought of seeing her again.
Drifting slowly back to earth,
Pink Floyd is eclipsing the dark side of the moon.

Sunrise, Allman Brothers, Can't Lose what you Never Had.
A tune that keeps me from drifting too far.
Gently spins as we fall to sleep, Curled together as
the fantasy comes to a close.
Rock-n-Roll had it's moments......

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