Suddle Humming, Strings are Strumming
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2009

 

I think it's time to change the music in my mind
Leave all of that suddle waste behind this time
I think It's fine as long as I know what I need
A little metal a little rage some pure ferosity!

The red sunset just a step away
So let the record play
Let the left edge fade to grey
And smile back at me