September 2, 2008

• Electric Light

  Electric Light is all an illusion to me
  Everything started in 1973
  I am sure that many have dreams beyond rainbows of illusions
  This Poor Boy’s brain spun like a tornado without conclusion
  Overture spun on black vinyl disks
  Played tunes of notes that put my head in a fix
  The High School Prom was all over and done
  And being Nobody’s Child is no fun
  The clock of time spun endlessly on
  Dreams of yesterday seemed all but gone
  Some would have said that this boy was blue
  But that would have not been true
  Blues to Bach spins on
  Dreams of rainbows is my song ©2008

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