The Ride
At all times when the world seems bleak,
the scarves fly high,
the words escape you,
and your music is dulled.
Turn the tables,
target the time,
talking the talk,
tell those tales.
When you've stood your ground and laughed,
you've straddled it all,
and gained your stride,
remember rightly, relentlessly roll,
rocking, rolling, raving
riddle run, run right, right ride,
racking ripe,
rule, rack rattle.
Like a thousand birds,
your mind will fly,
when you've waved your wand,
and fixed that song,
loved for so long and keep loving on and on,
flip a little, ride on!
Floating fleet, flimsy feet, Fillmore fun,
fight, flight, fall,
flocking faulty foes,
fickle fame, fortune, fault?
finding felling frosted.
Song Update: Communication Breakdown - Led Zeppelin
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