Time held our self’s
Wrapped itself around the blind
Captured beat and blues, till divine
Sold youth for sense
Loved all till
heaven sent
Could it be that we are all
part of the grand plan
Oh so… tell me are we just that
A simple lot
Of this and that?
So I say and think we are
And more, don’t you know that true love is all
All that is that there is
All for us to adore
All there is for us to adore…….
Hello Fillmore
Something to see
A cold hard
Dead, lifeless
Empty…. auditorium
Till the first super trooper spot-light
Paints the stage
And roadies drag their stuff
Inside the work place of their day
Shadows fill
Sounds checks give pulse
And soon
the life
Drags em in
The stage full of them,
Musicians
The seats full of them, kids
Dark is blasted to hues
Of music heaven
Sounds rock the still walls
Vibrate the halls
The dead old stage
Is alive again, rockin today.