(spark on a tailspin)

My brain is a broken snare still pounding out that beat that keeps us spinning round and round like the little idiots we clutch inside when the record is right and there's no one around to give a damn that we sing out of key.

Because sometimes the shades of rock and roll are all there are to keep us going on through the mad labor of staying alive. sometimes all it takes is a band. a song. a dance.

Loved loud and out of control for no one's sake but our own.