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back to the rhyme - mario william vitale lyrics

from the chords i believe
were struck by the master…
the master of hands…
of ”ladyland”, electric
a vinyl worth the weight
of three bricks of gold
for its’ platinum sold, and-
i could never trade that thrill
that marrow bristling chill
for a sack of dollar bills
on e-bay’s net exchange
for i may be old and strange
but am not that far deranged
and, ahhhh…the jagged mid-range tone
sweet and smooth like sculpted stone
before the days of cellular phones
when jimi blew my fosgate cones-
in acoustical bliss
with a mind-chasing hiss
like a boa or cobra
in peak tone and pitch
and the demon of demons
with his tie-dye bandana
toothpick, his stage manna
‘sweet decibel demon’
tw-ng-god for all seasons
of t-tanium tweeter domes
disturbed watts and ohms

look ahead of center stage left out in the atmosphere
try looking to one in apparel
getting closer then every before a childhood ch0r-
page in awesome melody capped in musical harmony
there it stays to reach calamity

- mario william vitale lyrics

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