Jeremy Messersmith
Knots
Black sweatband, sticks blur in her hands; she's the drummerShe weaves a beat through Kinks and Deep Purple coversCan't shake her offShe keeps me tied in knotsI'm tangled from the inside outStrung out and tired, a funeral-crier; I'm heartsickSo I twist and turn till the ropes start to burn and I'm franticAll those uptown boys making noise but she just yawnsWith a wicked back beat, she flips them off and then she's gone
From Letras Mania