Back Beat Transcended
Don't look back
In this theater of modernist art
And wish what was
Worth being hung
Worthy off the space on
wall and hanging holes
it was hung
Patronage in thrones have
spent well earned coin to see
In order to say they have
Been kneeling before like the
grace of ages
Was and is till this day
The artist is remembered for
Yet never wishes they we're
Because it was a throwaway
A B-Side track
Never expected to attract
But somehow did
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