Roads & Tracks

The 60's we're day that the Fleet was a trend with the sake of the Singing to the straight-up in a lend,

the value to circulation brought Tour Buses to spend all In the days that Opus ran paved,

the dome in the Park for the Fountain of Play touch the Bench in a Stage an know the Sweet rage,

for Bill Graham was a Producer as my Mother did bam,

pushed that Man off the floor with the next in Sing a Santana did ring,

for all in the Guitar the Harp on same Chord,

a note is the sheet music the Theory of ROAR.

Pick a kindle in this dig of the Pike for at the price of station lice the bugs are a bite,

so in the emergence of mattress to Flea get a bomb with Hand grenade pull pen to pass the type,

fill the smoke with Smiley dope than gosh My Name is Nobody,

light the Candle in the Wind than death is certain to be a Curtain,

change the beat to Woodstocks Treat the land does flavor of the Week,

with garbage that did build a Safe to Vaults that show the Product stay,

these are the Stories that brought a steer to Information on arrears,

suffocate the natural ear than place the plastic in the brand.

To negate the Factor came with Seven burns to Watch duck turns,

quit the trigger for the gun than Hugs are the past of sum,

decide to further request of dust the moving of the 20's crust,

my grandfather felt those times of Flu with walking harder to feed the Crew.

Plug the Ass or Mule on that with the Able halter track referred to much like beach,

the praise to fact in seeing Racked is being care Fold with Carriage tack,

win the footsteps are brought with Site the echo of the Waves at knight,

first the Baker on the flight said look the Print is only Might,

than upon review of the Stipulation that did come,

a glance to Whom has been in bugged said the Beach has foot prints Subbed.

But in the fog of rolling Naturals the Lighthouse on the shoulder love,

spoke with gentle Understand for while the Party had the damned the sands did carry a Sign,

in that time of rough Seas subject to the drowning deeds there was still is a Voice in small,

the sound so simple like a fall to being one whom knows the Stall,

in that comprehension be not afraid to see the day Where people hold the brain with bold,

by speaking Worth to hands in Told the cost is bigger than the Mold,

for that is the Parking Sold to bidders that just push buttons to breathe the depth of dead,

this was not The Way of Futures love in grades that Curve to be a dove.

Crow me a flight to the Vulture in sight for I was eclipsed in excitement one Type,

in the Moon of the blush to the Sun on the run all the Flowers & all the Soil just Stardust in a Royal,

the poker care of Ace is Hi to the All House Hand in banking Flush the pot does lather,

but in those bets of Gamble a strength comes with letter to the Number on the handle,

one drop for One pick-up is an awful lot when transcribed to real breathing lives,

for the deal of the Cards in fate or destined bars is trueing with the Part that learning We are a Start.