Bobby comes out flying. Sing what has usurped the second song he brought to the band with a furry and gusto. Leading the band into the Main Ten march as Donna roar is a on key. Keith harmonizes with Jerry as Bobby starts to lead them off the abyss that Keith is no stranger to. Phil checks in, taking bits and pieces and apart and Jerry mask the guitar with the wah-wah. A little bit of happiness. A little part of danger. Crash it down Billy. More symbols with the steady beat. The marathon is set at a rapid pace. It can't slow down now, because things are just getting started. Is there an electric piano that has started to stir. The music has started to take all directions. It ascends, it sets and still the sun burns bright, Billy is ready the key. Holding it together in this Herculaneum afford to the melting point. Jerry is still meandering while Phil is working with and against him. Bobby does know which way the race is going quick. Lead by following. There is muddling and need to build and peak. I want it louder if it turns into a shuffle. The birds whale. The clouds sigh and there is Bobby shaking of the craziness. There is still a rhythm that has to be challenged. We see what you've done and now we have exhausted it. There is room to stretch out. Someone catch your breath. The air seems heavy like there is some mystery to it. Phil beats his way up. Jerry's whole goal is to try and loss them all in his off beat chords. No one is fooled by his bluff. They stay steady ahead. One group under a crushing wall of sound. The echoes can carry the weight of troubles and the weight of gold is the same. Some distance cry and sinking bridge to reality. Who needs it anyway? We are free there's no course. No path. Reckoned it merged a long time ago. Silky smooth. Is there any meaning to this at all? We are about to find that building we can make do with the directional mishaps that may have occurred. There is still a great pace. We are still soldiering on. There might be a time that we look. Across the horizon. The plane is still the mountain behind. Can this be the moment of China or Comes a Time. Or will the smoldering calderon be mix by the witches brew. Is there more mean to the electric keys? There might need to be a sort of reconciliation because these guys are good. Not so neat. Practically clean. Can we keep going and see. Jerry shooting venom from his lips. There's no poison to slow him down. If we ever come back here again. If there is ever the need. We have to brace ourselves for the things we will see and the ex pieces we have fault. In time. Jerry gets his revolution. Where everything is alright. And moments are sparing. And the night is not as young as you'd think. There is a light. Some might see it glow. It might not be full Philed. There is a beautiful moment. Might want to revisit that with some of my friends. Phil stumbled onto it. It's a way back. Out of this dense forest. There is music is the quite spaces. There is always movement out. This is a brilliant phrase. It's ringing on. Like it's trying to tell us something of a long forgotten prayer. I know that there is meaning to it. Because it spoke to me before. Like a dirty shaman who knows the way to the church but not the way to salvation. There needs to be convictions. Keith. Speaks it first. But the rest were just waiting to see who could call Donna to knock it dead with a shout from the heavens. Some where glass houses are tumbling. Some where we are seeing the path. Found the light. Some where we are boogieing in our socks. Some where there is a two step close. Some where we found an end.
I: Uncle, BE Woman, BIODTL, Deal, Mexicali, Roses, Race is On, Scarlet, El Paso, Row Jimmy, Money Money, Ship, WRS, Let It Grow, China Doll
II: Playin', US Blues, Big River, Stella, Around, Eyes, Wharf Rat, Sugar Mags E: JBG
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