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"The Tune of Life"
I toss another disc into the rack
Fixing all the speaker and woofer stacks
Caffiene and adrenaline my only fuels
It's my time now to stand up and rule
I get hurled into a world where I really belong
Living by the rhythm, always headstrong
My heart pounds along with the clubbing bass
Launching my ass into outter space
The screeching axes make my blood boil
You cain't ruin it so don't try to spoil
And with each harsh snap of the bitter snare
It smashes away all my burdening cares
Then the howling words mirror a life of my own
The headman must be my long lost clone
With the music I lose all my control
The only thing to fill all the empty holes
Giving it all to those sweet tunes
I'd gladly walk across a thousand dunes
Just to release this built up agression
To crank and thrash to my best obsession
Everything else is just a fantasy
Music is my only true reality
Like my soul these tunes are immortal
The very basis of all my morals
And even after you've long burried me
The rhythm will take ahold and carry me free.
Written and Copyrighted by
Paul Kinne Jr
3/12/200
I toss another disc into the rack
Fixing all the speaker and woofer stacks
Caffiene and adrenaline my only fuels
It's my time now to stand up and rule
I get hurled into a world where I really belong
Living by the rhythm, always headstrong
My heart pounds along with the clubbing bass
Launching my ass into outter space
The screeching axes make my blood boil
You cain't ruin it so don't try to spoil
And with each harsh snap of the bitter snare
It smashes away all my burdening cares
Then the howling words mirror a life of my own
The headman must be my long lost clone
With the music I lose all my control
The only thing to fill all the empty holes
Giving it all to those sweet tunes
I'd gladly walk across a thousand dunes
Just to release this built up agression
To crank and thrash to my best obsession
Everything else is just a fantasy
Music is my only true reality
Like my soul these tunes are immortal
The very basis of all my morals
And even after you've long burried me
The rhythm will take ahold and carry me free.
Written and Copyrighted by
Paul Kinne Jr
3/12/200