Saturday, April 23, 2011

The "To Be Place"

When people hear my bass,
This becomes the “to be place”,
The deep rhythm pulls them in,
My fingers talk, everybody calls me friend,
Then a hot guitar on a warm night,
Gets them moving until their feet take flight,
Strummin’, slappin’, ever faster on my old bass,
Keep hearts pumping at my frenzied pace,
It’s happy music with a love beat too,
Watch out, people, it’ll get to you,
When fast flying fingers across the bridge go,
I’ll heat your blood and then suddenly go slow,
Give you a chance to catch your wind,
Then we’ll start all over again,
Get you moving till your feet take flight,
Then it’s over, and we’ll call it a night!

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