Another Nostalgia Trip For the Kid

blinded by a rhythm that died a long time ago i revive the beat and myself everytime i press the fingerprint today i mark with makeshift age spots nowadays i decorate with a few long forgotten notes perhaps i should put a jazzy overtone with an undertone of latin flavor maybe then i would love it instead of list it sipping on the cream soda of my playlist i survive on a deserted island long ago overtaken manure in the form of quicksand hey, quicksand, perhaps i will pull out that 45 and go on a closed eye trip to detroit then again, hold up, LIFE.....i cannot leave for i am behind all daughters named billie i will just throw on a fox trot compilation in my mind and find 78 ways to fry modern times