FaThEaD

Slow through the verse
my eardrums have a curse
forgive my loss of consciousness
the tones

the vibe
the voice from inside
It makes me crazy

I don't care
Got my phones on
and the crowd stares
I jump around

to your sound
pulled into the turmoil
of your creation
i borrow your pain
and your passion
in an attempt
to understand
my world
your world
existence...
I try to thank you
but you move
and I follow
with the groove
it takes me places
that my feet

alone
could only dream to go...
I want the line
of communication
to remain open
you may speak english, japanese, chinese, french
or korean
hell you may speak martian
but music
oh the music
she's my mother tongue.


appended on Jul 14 2008 for the following:
@ALL - now imagine this in all of our voices dubbed over one another as a Slam Poem. Keeping the natural, I'm in my zone sound in the mix - if it's birds, screaming kids, car accidents, life -... Now that is beautiful. Kind of a "world-at-once" feel.