On the outside I'm as tough as rock and roll goes.
Lights, camera, action! I can put on a show!
From inside of me, a softness is found, a different sound.
My heart jams to the sound of soul, a groove, the deepness of blues.
My bass keeps me livin', pumpin' the rhythm.
Unless you can feel it, baby, you ain't hearin' my music.
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Allow the golden warmth
to seep into the greyness
of every crevice
in the dark alleys
and every corner
of the cold and dreary,
heart of wonder.
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