Holy
rolling music.
The
wilderness has never sounded so funky.
Pure
joy as the sun shoots from her “Astral Plane” like a cosmic mechanic on
overdrive.
We’re
no better than those we condemn.
The
death penalty a ticket punched to another place.
I
learned to hold my tongue only as long as these chains hold me and they will
not hold me for very long.
I
can hear you chugging through the night on an ever ready train heading
everywhere.
The
light makes no mistakes as guardians like yourself spread positive love.
A
revival of epic proportions bringing us closer together as an honest to god
torch singer presents
to us a burning bush juke joint that we ignore at our own peril.
Charles Cicirella
2/22/17
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