We Just Change The Beat
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Wednesday, 28 December 2005 09:24 |
Consequences
The music moves inside my self, I mean I feel saxophones in- side my meat, a force in- spiring that meat to sing pure electricity. Flashes. Scream,
Move out from the wall of your self. Out from there, Now, or you stay there. What you thought that man was screaming, that he wanted to get inside you. You, again, like some stupid broken record.
The music moves inside, & stays there. A part of what you are. & NOT from. But the song of meat energy burning to come through you. In charge. & that energy makes its way. Yes, shapes it, & is in charge. In, goddamnit, IN the meat, and of it. Yes,
yes, yes. A firming it. And where you can go to find that one place, I mean it is the meat. And the song that moves that self, & shapes it, ah, ah,
well yes it does
detroit december 20, 1966
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