Walking down the street at night
frantic
no rest in your heart.
So much for Santana Abraxas.
No rest in your head either.
You search
wildly
for something you know you MUST find
but can’t find it.
It must be the music.
Free rhythm
jungle
restless, whipping-up.
Can’t get those bongos
out of your ears.
Lion of the jungle
in a city cage.
ROAR
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Langwitch Woodstock aime BREIZH!!!
[Dit bericht is aangepast door Woodstock (31-08-2001).]
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