I found music
and he found me
I gave him some tambourine
he game me a scream
I washed his dirty underwear
he made me toast
Music filled my mug with Vaseline
I gave him a choke
We could be happy
we could be free
If we don't make-out
or fall in love
I found music
and he found me
bleeding from my fingers and knees
plugged into a drum machine
nailed to my head: a tambourine
and a guitar laced to my waist
A stone cold fever:
an internal melody
Guitars make me happy
drum beast make us all free
solid as a rock lover
is the music in me
I found music and he found me:
a balding head-banding pre-teen
so he seduced me in a dream:
I kissed his ugly gangly greens
he swallowed my pee
We lived to be happy
and prayed to be free
but it was soon found out
that my body is brief
I found music
and he found me
he kept me singing
to my dying day
Sing to be happy
hum to be free
the eternal harmony
music and me