I shall keep the treble of my bass.
Then only then all backbeat will and would
Accumulate into something I can sink my Hi-hat into.
Scribble that beat into something
Sweet savage bass that cannot be beat.
Where no metre has gone before,
Please write me a stanza in a chorus where your refrain makes no quarter,
And leave it all behind a levels of decibels that makes my ear shrivel.
Share a song,
Love me a line,
where my ear would be kind. . .
to listen in,
to hear you say,
make me a new disciple of your way.
Then Believe on the backbeat of a Starr,
Listen to voice from Cash,
and let a Harrison’s guitar
cry each tear ’til,
Bonham comes as zombie animal
so that Plant can wail again.