When the florescent lights flicker off, the spotlight races toward the microphone
A single man stands and his shadow is thrown
arms wide upon the banner giving wings to a red candle
swerving, screaming, and singing things that you just can't handle
The blazing intro of a guitar solo
enrapturing everyone much more than their promo
intertwining his sick licks with chords and lyrics
the rock of a nation, you're beginning to hear it
The drummer slams home a rhythm,
your heart and the bass drum beat in tandem.
the snare beats cause your eyes to blink rapidly
feeling like your in an old black and white fantasy
The bassist keeps your nodding head rockin'
and the metronome in you mind keeps tockin'
scales are balanced on his fingers like a pro
the sound reaches depths you might never otherwise know
So listen and learn my friends from afar
they are sinister and will break your heart
you may be blind to their purpose but never forget
these are the rockingest motherfuckers you ever have met.
© Justin Frieberg, All rights reserved
