SubDirectionHeadphones to eardrums, step onto uncharted lands, a place where I decide which direction the sun sets into. Alive with Melody injected in my veins. That flowing rhythm and rhyme racing to my heart's chambers, persuading all neighboring cells with the same route. Those of white and red to pull out their headphones and plug them in to the nearest outlet of sound. The effect is almost like the affects that Apple has induced with their hand-held disc-jockeys.
The steps taken with tune in body, grow in color. It would seem as if I had robbed the nearest rainbow. Stealing only the colors fitting into that silly acronym they drilled into our brains in the 5th grade. Melody has those great waves, that tidal high over sky-scraper heights. They hurdle down to wash the metropolis clean. She is vicious, but never seen. She provokes the sounds that echo in places in all directions.
Oh Melody, be kind to our ripped ears, bring us that revolutionary light, shine it down, our graceful queen of sound, fit with a blanket of clouds to crown. We are the ones, unable to frown.
The steps taken with tune in body, grow in color. It would seem as if I had robbed the nearest rainbow. Stealing only the colors fitting into that silly acronym they drilled into our brains in the 5th grade. Melody has those great waves, that tidal high over sky-scraper heights. They hurdle down to wash the metropolis clean. She is vicious, but never seen. She provokes the sounds that echo in places in all directions.
Oh Melody, be kind to our ripped ears, bring us that revolutionary light, shine it down, our graceful queen of sound, fit with a blanket of clouds to crown. We are the ones, unable to frown.
