Your, your
Your music
Blows my mind.
And it calls my name
Through the headphones.

LOVE

Your music,
In various ways,
Leaves things lying, and resurrects them,
Night upon night, without pausing.

Your mind will be blown.
And it calls your name
Through the headphones.

Whether you’re waking or sleeping the sound will come to you, see.

LOVE

I believe in
The god of rock music.
I heard it, back then.
When everything started:
A heaven minus demons
A night without hell
It’s no time to be cuddling up to despair.

Amid days that continue
Just the same as yesterday,
We are having a conversation with no speck of ideals.
Look at the ground under your feet.
Don’t give up; instead
Change today; change tomorrow,
Wake up to rock and roll!!

You are a lump of things.
In your heart,
There is always,
Dreams
And hope
And power being conferred.
And it is so wonderful.
I love you.

Cast off the demon
That is mantled in blood-red discord,
By dancing.
Channel your will and faith
Straight into your creation.
I want to scream with you.

My mind is blown.
Rock and roll
Invites me in.

Your mind is blown.
Rock and roll
Invites you in.

Whether you’re waking or sleeping the sound will come to you, see.

I believe in
The god of rock music.
I heard it, back then
When everything started:
A heaven minus demons
A night without hell
It’s no time to be cuddling up to despair.

Amid days that continue
Just the same as yesterday,
We are having a conversation with no speck of ideals.
Look at the ground under your feet.
Don’t give up; instead
Change today; change tomorrow,
Wake up to rock and roll!!