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Hung over as a dog In the morning Like a wailing flailed cat I dragged myself to the edge From a crouched hunch Onto the stage Dry as a fly’s graveyard Got my own drumming in my head Finding standing hard Then it happened Hurtling Reverberating Don’t you feel it! Upbeat Lashing around my cerebellum Till the brain collapses And the actual fact of existence Sticks me to the spot with insistence I’m shot through with bead whirling Rolling – Rolling Dancing through Los Angeles hills Preach me melodious Reach me, you reach me And I understand Ecstatic perfection The Halcyon Band By Adrian Spendlow |
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