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.
who goes through.
who gets through,
who suffers day in and day out.
I get it
I simply get it,
thing is we needed you when we all go through,
now that you are gone,
who are we to turn to.
We cant simply listen to
crap on crap of crap.
I know music is not going to be same without
pioneers nor a spirit to drive.
So please when you’re up there with
Lennon, Cobain and the others we simply ask,
Give us another one to follow and this time
share their sorrow for all of us.
Dedicated to Mr. Bennington.