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Snare me a rim while you strike that cymbals.

I shall keep the treble of my bass.

Let my tom toms capitulate,

Then only then all backbeat will and would

Accumulate into something I can sink my Hi-hat into.


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Scribble that beat into something 

My foot can bash the drumming

Sweet savage bass that cannot be beat.

While I try to doodle a rhyme

Where no metre has gone before,

I can make it with or without your backbeat.

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.

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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.

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Tell me a song where

you were the one who gave me 

a love,

that never sleeps.

And that end of a tune

that do love me the same,

since I came in to that door

and out of that gate.



Where do I lay loyalty. . .

The love where I lay upon each and one of them pretties,

or the love of things I can be a part of.

Which I can share first to my bleeding ears,

and sometimes to those who knows

how to appreciate a tune or just

wild and fine dancing to a backbeat

of a hum.

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Then he sang that jolly jingle,

and she did nothing but watch,

and love me and my partner in crime,


. . . 

I love you,

you love me,

we’re a happy . . .

I realize what it means

a happy heart can be.

In terms of what of a kiss from Canada,

were I be heavily under in arms of a Seraphine

First of a voice that was Dion.

But what held me was the wind from a Mclachlan.

Then that throat of an Adams.

Seems to me,

their love of what music

can endeavor my mind.

You are not the only one,

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.

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Sometimess i feeel  I’ve gotto runaway,  I’ve gottogettaway fromda pain….


@rtsydhude De las linyas dos’e 2017