The voice of a woman
With funny names
Being shout to the tune of a song
She is speaking english
There is bass and drum
Electro custics
Drums
The echoes of youth
My body is shaking
I am happy
And now she is contagious
The instruments are high
The night is fresh
The words of a work
Crumbling
Crumbling
The melody being spoken
Ah ! The World !
Crumbling
Way to no way
Some sort of
still a path
Hey you
Hey myself
Now the instruments of this song
The chaos
Our legs
So contagious
Crumbling
Crumbling
Way
Oh well you know
Way
Way down
Down
by The shortfellow
04/10/12
Selection of Poetry, Essays on Art culture and politics as well free writing about the vision of life by The Shortfellow
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