
When the tone lands right,
and the beat locks tight,
It fans out, out, out
With a storm-rush feeling

So get up, get up
Jump out of dead feet
Loom large and alive and
Then dance, dance, dance
Like you fucking mean it!

Semi-random musings, poems, and visual images from the journey

When the tone lands right,
and the beat locks tight,
It fans out, out, out
With a storm-rush feeling

So get up, get up
Jump out of dead feet
Loom large and alive and
Then dance, dance, dance
Like you fucking mean it!
