2009-05-26 - boom boom solo
my syncopation
gravitation
a snare to dare you in
clash of cymbal
high hat nimble
from there to where you been
just call me carl the rover
accounts must be gone over
the acorn of the day torn
from the pinnacle of power
is a detour of the du jour
60 minutes to the hour
streaming in the current
scheming of deterrents
to what is now and what it be to you
spinning on its wobble
revising stones of cobble
twisting what is real to TV tube
a trail of funds and favors
all hail the tastes and flavors
for those to whom the ends outweigh the means
a place within the halls
of those who make the calls
to watch the scenes upon their TV screens
like modern day disasters as they turn
a season to unlearn a time to burn
we're well within our rights
to brighten up the nights
to shine charisma lights
to pour sweet peace on fights
to reconcile and all the while
seek truth within this domicile
while standing on what is
and banging out this biz
with rhythms that won't wither as we go
we live within the truth of what we know
and that which only by what's good reveals
the rest sweet love and mercy leaves concealed
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