I write songs with no music
I write hooks with no beat
I fly with no wings
I run with no feet
I drive with no wheels
Do you know how that feels?
I think with no brain
They call me insane
I swim with no air
I’m a broke millionaire
I act with no part
I end with no start
I love with no heart
That’s why I’m falling
apart
Rush to the stage
three hours early.
just to see those lights.
the extra-ordinary orgasm of sound.
Cannot wait for them to start
“closer to the heart”
feel the release of your stress
“Aboard the Thailand Express”
Geddy Lee takes up the bass
not but ten feet from your face.
The essence and presence
of the one Neil Peart
with this music how can the world feel hurt?
The sweet music flies by
“Tears that fall from eyes that only cry?”
A sight only this show can provide your eyes
“Follow men’s eyes as they look to the skies”
The last killer rift from Alex Lifeson
and this wonderful spectacle is done.
the music man plays his dream
with each blow of his horn
and strum of his strings
he plays for happiness and joy
the music man who plays for profits alone
is no music man at all
but a businessman
a man who does not see the light
the music man pities the businessman
for he will never know
and the music man will know all
Super Mario Smash Bros
Cool Carrots Yo
talk to the man with the big afro
then listen to your stereo
and let the music go…
Original Poetry 