Thursday, October 29, 2009 - 20:12
bobs.mom:
Okay. Just one more and I'll stop. This one is for you Swanny since you are contemplative:

The bar is alive with The Anthemic music
With songs they have sung, some for many years
The band fills my heart with the sound of music
My heart wants to sing every whoa-whoa it hears

My heart wants to beat like Kyle's drums as the sticks
that rise from the cymbals to the snare
My heart wants to sigh as Neal’s fingers fly
with such mastery and flare
To laugh like Dave when he trips and falls over
over cords in the way
To sing like Andy and hoping that Monty stays.

I go to the shows when my heart is lonely
I know I’ll hear Dave as I’ve heard before
My heart will be blessed with Anthemic music
And I’ll sing till I’m hoarse

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Innocuous comments like that are how it starts. Then a year later your soul and free will are in a box in Cook's basement. (tm Wheeziev)