Woke up this morning couldnae remember me
Who I was I couldna recall
An amnesia of identity afflictee
But when I heard the notes I remembered all
Dead in a grave like a ninety year old knave
I couldnae see the sky or feel my hands
But this one thing did really save:
Rock and roll played by a coupla bands
I heard my name in the fortissimos
I saw my face in the vibrating bass
Whispers and tears of joy sound pianissimo
When I break out and dance all nutcase
Peter
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