The Needle In the Groove

pick up the pen or pick up the can they both both lead to the same same same p l a ce BUT i listen to my heart no not in the way you may think romantically i'm talking about the beat how it's not i n sync with the flow of the stream that's next to me and the honk of geese unlike the silent spiral of buzz ards over me for i'm in harm ony with the music of the spheres but it's my rythme that's keep ing me in beat WITH years doors knocking hugging back slapping ocean wa ves beating son's drums doldrums mosquito hum s some snores from nap ping ping pong laughing bouncing off a stage bo oing audience demand i ng what's real music to t hem old sewing machine foot and finger peddle mend ing an old time dew rag mama can't stop but to wipe my brow here comes another rise SUN