BOOGIE WOOGIE FORM of GROOVE
If you don’t feed the birds they will die, they will starve lookin’ for worms below the leaf cover
Junkies of pushers can hide underneath the blanket of sweetness, the bitterness lurks in fear
Nothing mellow y’all and there is no way out either, stuck like a rat in a trap, oh mama, oh pa
I will keep talkin’ and walkin’ until the feet and tongue gives in to the perfect, death star here.
Scott free and rappin’ about the fear and trembling you feel every step you take, demonstrate
Confusion of the nuts and balls makin’ the holidays to celebrate heads in the sky, #Blues eye
Band played, blew the horns, tickled the eighty-eights and First Moved Beats, sticks on skins
Caused the growth to expand before the contraction, it happens in confusion, to live and die.
Utter hopeless inside the cranial matter you conceive as the seat of your conscious soul’s chi
What it is to be is this and that, just what you perceive, even if you don’t see, if you can’t hear
You can’t smell or taste or touch any of It, It’s all full of being without You, inequality all day
A funky inequality that misses the beast just becomes extinct, The Way It Is, s’all funky, eh?
Mama had a pity party on a dead star, evolved atomic waste killed these death reeking lights
They all are burnin’ up now due to the sins and efforts of their mothers and fathers, the heads
Programmed as we all are to not notice the program, success is immanent, bands play it on.
Meet the forms of Matter which you know all too well, it’s what you love, mothers themselves
In love with them, infatuated with them, like them one hell of a bunch, mothers of God’s Id
Compact features formed on the two hundred and eight bones of random chaos’ revolutions
Around in elliptical momentum one way only, no dead end in sight, on the turnpike now kid.
Drivin’ game wheels to and fro to bring It from place to place, don’t question a white dove
Tryin’ hard to get over from Spirit to breath, day to day, superman punks, shady skies above
Dreams broken into their mystic emptiness, gone just like the moment before they appeared
Hopes and Faith in the Love of backstabbin’ with Humanity, lucky God, chump, It Is Done.
by
r j j stephan, i { insipiration from #Boss & #OJays romancin' }
{ drafted while #InTheGroove listenin’ to @BruceSpringsteen LIVE 2018 CONCERT & to #ILoveMusic from ‘75 by the The O'Jays & OLDEN daze HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/e_1s2UFc_z8 }
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