CRAPPY MINI BAND DANCE

crappy hot and sweating pretty
you're twisting to the nitty gritty
and all the elbows are a' chasing you
as you boogie to and fro

so i tap my feet
and tune my lips
and close my eyes
and turn my hips

and music flips
and hands they hit
these broken sounds
from crap music bands

all along the road up front
i'm listening to musicians hunt
their way along the black back roads
gone hunting scraps and cutting notes

they're hunting and they're breaking time
i watch you chasing all you find
no rules to break no lines to cross
the music rules its god its boss

i pick a stick
and pluck some string
we'll lose the roof
with this music game

warm your feet
and brave your heart
they're playing shit
which sounds so sweet.

the walls are bent
the sky pours down
as the crappy deaf and dumb street band
is making sense of wonderland.

jh 2008