A snarling chord on a six-string wire, A kick drum punch, a bass desire. A jolt of static, sharp and real, On humming tubes and polished steel.
It’s sticky floors in a crowded place, The sweat and smile on every face. It’s leather, denim, faded jeans, And living out your reckless scenes.
It’s more than notes that rise and fall, It’s “us against them,” standing tall. A fist held high against the gray, To live your truth in your own way.
The soundtrack to a first-time glance, A long-gone, unforgettable dance. It’s woven deep inside your soul, The stories that have made you whole.
So let the amps begin to hum, For all the rebels, old and young. It isn’t just a passing phase— It’s Rock ‘n’ Roll, for all our days.
“Beyond the Blog” Pam Beach
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