The Sounds of Streets
Quiet Streets, A hushfull drown
Pedular beats, Foundation laid down
It plays 1,2,3 accent then repeats
1,2,3 accent then repeat
The sounds of streets are calling me
From this haze of sleep
To join the ascending sound
And the pulse is quickening
To swallow all in reach
Anything to be one with
The sounds of streets
The corners spawn sounds of rage
A discordant hum that livens up the page
An idling beast. Waits in the clear
An empty belly. Keeps it near |