Thursday. 8.9.07 9:14 am
Dec 3, 2006 1:21 AM
The world spins in deep rhymes lyrics and beats
turntables run and drip wax fingerprints in the heat
The world turns tables on friendships well known
funky sounds are voices in the ears for you so
the songs are the feel good way to drift away
an apology’s line is laying on the ground
waiting for the headphones, connected to the sound
a friendships life is laying in the trenches so bare
the boom boom clap clap sound of drummer boys snare
the man stands scared in front of the producers studio
worried that he fucked it up, all laid out in the audio
sits down in the chair and draws up an outline
best friend sits next to the one he loves, friendship defined
he starts to write write and write, his feelings down as he cries
Lyrics are the beats, the words are the snares,
So far you found the niche to stand in and with me..just..Stare.
it's been so long since i wrote.
♥ » ShaShaBoo on 2007-08-09 02:07:22
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