most of us go to our graves with music still inside of us...
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
even in Madagascar
instead you run to your little birdfeeder and stick your beak in the seeds your master laid where did they came from? who put them in there? Oh you will never know their name! But there is a room where bustle and merry and big ceremony could be going on, where your true talents along with birthrights could be dancing 'Cus even in Madagascar... and even in Antarctica! even in Azerbaijan! Put two turntables and a film projector in that room and punk rock 'n' roll most faithfully... it will occur!