Saturday, August 9, 2014

Under The Bed, Over The Moon

If the primitives worship the sun and wonder at the rainbows, I want to go with them. The magic is always there. Sometimes we seem to forget all about it. When that sax solo makes the hair on your arm stand up, that's it. Prop me up and pin a badge on me. The love flows in your veins all the time. Pay attention, pal. Pay attention.

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