My Music – It’s a Rap

My Music – It’s a Rap

Paul Gallagher, Sept. 23 2017© 

I’m supposin’ you didn’t hear that...

Caveat....not likely...  I don’t remember either

When I was hangin’ in my very first lair

Felt it...could not hear it...you know why

Boom Boom Boom Boom

Heart beat, mother’s heart beat

Hangin’ ...waitin’ for it... waitin’ for it

In my very first living room.

Even before I grew a bit; even before I knew it,

Music was my noisy friend,

Shake ... quake... vibrate

Music sending a secret signal

To every little molecule

Setting up a ripple ....building a tidal wave

Making my skin warm and tingle

Inviting my brain to bubble and go astral

Hypnotize me

With the steady beat

Floating vocal

Floating solo

Delicious chocolate cake airflow

Baptize me with sonic holy water...

Head.. heart.. and feet...

.....Downbeat......

Revolutionize me

Encourage me

Express what I won’t say

When it’s bittersweet

I’m supposin’ you remember hearing that

We were all being blasted at

Rockin’ anthems... shakin’ rhythms

Crowding around the stage

Different bodies feeling the same

Every body a sizzling fuse

Ready to go boom boom... boom boom

Sharing the love in the room

Oh... yeah....

Sometimes I want to be with my headphones

Walking beats keep my feet neat to the pavement

Other times when I’m alone

Invisible sympathetic strings resonate...

Resonate with how I feel

Her voice in lament ... the accompaniment

Spare, precise and deep

Hard to swallow with those translucent blues

Hypnotize me

With syncopation

You have my attention

No expectation

Delicious peppermint airflow

Surprize me with a turn of phrase

An unexpected rhyme

That plays.....

Infuse me

Don’t confuse me

Metamorphise me

Re-arrange my molecules

Life is music  and music is life

Vibrations

Squeaky grocery cart wheels - slamming door frames

Baby cries, lovers’ laughs and sighs

Footsteps in the empty hospital hall

Sound of meditation breath

Wheeze of panic ....compressed chest

Hurricane winds make you think you’re gonna die

Music can lie and it can be true

If I want to hear another point of view

Stop and wonder and ponder what’s going on

Respect myself and respect you

Otherwise... otherwise... otherwise

Mixing misogyny and harmony, glorifying 2-timing with rhyming

Making distance and separation instead of juxtaposition

Silent shame is an invisible prison

Hypnotize me

With pensive flow

Music breaks the cycle

Of discontent or plateaux

Surprize me with a memory

Or another idea

Awaken my empathy

And courage......

Infuse me

Don’t confuse me

Metamorphise me

Re-arrange my molecules

Hypnotize me

With a different beat

You have my attention

No justification

Surprize taste of freedom

Like toothpaste

Clear and fresh

Start again

Infuse me

Don’t confuse me

Metamorphise me

Re-arrange my molecules