saturday night at the annandale

catefrances

she stands halfway back in the room
surrrounded by strangers she stays inside herself
but when they walk on stage she lets go
every note and every word speaks so much to her
she closes her eyes and sways with the music
it travels right to her very soul
it envelopes her body and mind
she waits to hear the song she loves
she just clutches her drink and waits
the singer speaks, she cant understand
she asks and she is told
she disappears closer to the stage
gets lost in her revelry
raises the bottle to her mouth
to taste the sweet decay
the opening notes waft through the night
she's beside herself with joy
the tears roll down her cheeks
and she don't care what anybody thinks
a purity felt, a joyous sound
she wishes he were here
to share what she feels
one day she knows he will
she'll keep him oh so near.
the music stops
her bottle drained, she walks into the night
this band she loves, she can't get enough
and soon they'll be gone abroad.
so if you hear they're in your town
dont hesitate, they're worth any price
the drones they're called, they'll rock your world
everything she's lost, in them she's found.

chadwick

this is one amazing piece of work..totaly the bomb..i love it..
actually you are the bomb..