With music in my ears
And ideas in the mind
The comp-keyboard becomes my Hammond Organ,
Where I go Plinky-Plonka-Plinky-Plonka.
And while I rattle my Boogie,
Imagining lost souls dancing groovy,
Realms of paper get filled with Times New Roman,
In Font size sixteen.
And the band keeps jammin’
Somewhere in Europe
In the year 1972….
My friends, at work and otherwise
May the force, be with you too.
- 2:54 PM, while @ work, 20.8.08, listening to Grateful Dead,
Europe '72, CD 1.
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2 comments:
I like your concept of work....it seems you define work in your own vocabulary of music...that's a real inspiration for people like me who loves music too and finds searches for solace in work and music
Wow!!!
Wonderful use of words...
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