Beth, your thoughts are...
so strange when you're swimming
in the ocean of rhythmic bodies
eyes closed, pressing side to side
like there's a breeze drawing you left
like that breeze turns and draws you right
a slight smile, the other people
the other people, where are they?
there are moments of drilling pulsation
from fingertips on vinyl, questioning
who are you and why did you come out to dance?
just listen to the man, what he's giving you
and the penalty is outter-ear extraction
when your true motives are surfaced.
Beth, when you open your eyes
Beth, when you open your eyes
Beth, open your eyes...
Yes... now who here has an ear intact?
None of you with your images,
all of you with your excuses,
none of you with clammy hands
snatching back from the beckoner,
and what have you truly got to lose?
Your safety in numbers.
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