here's a happy song for you
the back of
won't you sing with me, too?
The chorus is simple; you go high
I'll stay low,
start with this beat, breath out with a sigh
do you feel it, now? do you feel that big happy?
Come on, stand up,
Feel the beat and move around, shake the columns!
Tear us down!
Let the music
and fill the room
like water from our earthy mother's womb
close the doors, bar the gates!
if you're not
then you're too late!
Rising crescendos coming fast!
A long synth solo will come to pass.
Belt the words, scream the chords
in your roar!
Here's the music, here's the feel
Here's what we all came to steal!
The good vibes, the happy tunes!
make us feel like a bunch of loons
grab a partner and dance along
hold 'em close, hold 'em tight
know what you're feeling is all-right
Today's poem is a result of combining noxious chemicals in a laboratory in Arizona, perfecting the process of artistry in palatable form. This was made possible by today's lyric of the day - which comes from Deer Tick's "Dirty Dishes"
"And I cried all night
You created a stream and it flows forever
It's made of dreams that didn't come true
And I'm sorry, there's nothing more
That I can do"