StefanDavidWarren A soul seeps out of my speakers,
Filtered not by delicate mesh,
And lo all the circling reapers,
Feast not on delectable flesh.
For a soul given freely has no flesh to reap,
And reapers, of soul, no understanding,
In confusion they must all inevitably retreat,
their attention to those more demanding.
...ummm...I mean...YOU ROCK JACK!!!
Favorite track: Yeah Yeah Yeah (V2).