Do you believe in rock 'n roll? Can music save your mortal soul?
Starry, starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, swirling clouds in violet haze reflect Vincent's eyes of china blue.
Helter skelter in a summer swelter.
Faces come and faces go in circular rotation.But something yearns within to grow beyond infatuation.
A long long time ago, I can still remember how that music use to make me smile.
And as the players tried to take the field, the Marching Band refused to yield.