Turn the jukebox up, he said,… Dancing in irreverance,…. Play C3,…. let the song protest.
The plates begin to shift,…. perfect lefts come rolling in,… I was alone,… and far away,… when I heard the band start playing,… on the lip,… late take off.
Bombs ,…. dropping down,…..
Feel like resonance of distance,… In the blood,.. the iron lies.