Cut loose, scream your heart out
Get wild, breathe, stretch, shake
Let it go BOOM once again for the crowd
Just how much can they take?
As much as you can give, so get it up
Click clack, heart attack, stop it start it
Yeah baby, keep pumping out the blood
From the bottom of your heart, beat it
It pulses. Flows. Heart beat. Boom.
Studio B
- Mark
- When you need to wake up in the morning, and set the right mood for the day, when you need to escape from the overwhelming everything of life. What do you turn to? How do you describe your core without speaking aloud, without having to talk to someone about it? This is how. Music. Lyrics. Poetry. Do you feel it? Do you? It's here, it's everywhere, locked within you, within the most tone deaf of us. It's begging to be released, become unleashed in a tearing chord, a crying melody, soulful harmony, dying lyric. You feel it yet? It's concealed here, within every word that I write. This is my release. I want you to see it, to feel it with me. This pure expression of every tangible and imaginable emotion known and unknown to man. To me. Welcome to The Window.