Complex chord and rare melodies
the truth has to be intuitively grasped
both seek to return to a state of simplicity
Gradually I begin to understand
I am re-absorbed by this feeling
The noise is Music to my ears with Sky as our volunteer Our notes fountain into the air
It was a fear that I may never compose again anything of greatness
Where's with that Caribbean jazz my emotions are disobedient , vocally they do not act as I instruct
So, hello poetry , ur lyrics are made difficult to obtain
Although we harmonize we still sound like alien radio
Your maze amazes, you put day light between those phrases
The rhythms drift slow and sweet
If it wasn't for distance physically we would dance out pieces to play them properly
Thrust ahead...I see our music lets play this more yellow them red
Lyrical virtuoso , the essence of profound , what a friend indeed
to me he is the psychoactive ingredient in sound giving me this feeling this rhythm inside
'Twas nothing I could decide I guess it's good that I have no control
Sitting in the backseat the end I have yet to discover
He counts out the beats, helping me transcend from music student to rhythmic lover
