Jimi, where is Jimi? His eye welds the shade
Of the aerial mike. Peace is
In this ulcerous night whose its sweetened darkness,
us, counts us.
Let there be light! And the rock'n'roll bursts out
The cheered colours are here to stay.
Neil Young paints to
us his playing to manhandle
Some restive persons; increased touch.
a preacher that he sets up in a rage
Denouncing the crime seizing up the
wheel of the days
Being still painted. Hey! Neil holds the
For sirens, for centuries.
The applause is before the
Of the troubadour Dylan. And which millennium
Will push back this
wind in a dictionary,
For a friend, our word?
If the revealed love is a
Its regeneration is an exploration
About an endless sequence
with a great inspiration
That Neil sets out, makes a stock-list.
The moon flees by the alley
With long sudden jolt. Its pulls it off.
I am moth, the artist is that too.
So mutual attraction...
cheerful worship doesnít tail away.
The parts cling to the idea loudly
Bewitched, Neil insolently lavishes,
On the strings, the seven
Quiet pulse is found and the horizon stretches again
magnificent water line.
"Cortez" denatures - sweat - without treason
alchemy, this sweet sextant.
Without opinion, I see myself in gilded
Running lengthily onto the variation.
A saraband, fine and crazy
Serves "break it down", leaves harrowed...
... Fixing THE prayer!
Neil leaps in our eyes.
Heel, tiptoe, left; cross-step; one, two, ground,
Criss-cross-step forward; and skilful jump with feet close
...To conceive... according to our skies.
Our safety drowns quickly
between two notes.
The scratched last remains hung - (Neil goes out) -
the open arms of Larry but without competence.
Packing? No! Scatterbrains!
The unpacking noises. "Crazy Horse!". Mother!
Your lovers complain:
Saint Rock is multiplied by ten
Unwinding briskly the flourish
With beautiful verses, with chimeras.
Neil brandishes his crook
while smiling and dies
In the shade. One, two, three, itís
Neil boils our nerves and then vibrates the inspection
soot, by big clashes.
The spacious evening caramelizes.
Neil, hammering the night, vows to deafen it.
The more his tuned hand sees a capella leaping,
The more his horn bullies.
The finale is cut down! So the beloved child
Approaches by this call done with our outstretched hands.
gratuitous act: the strings are cut down!
That's saying a lot. (Grazed
Denis Between The Rusty Words.
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