and rode your bass past armor
and taught me more than Malkmus
what music we could be
made by
and I couldn't help
but let you lead me
enough to come closer
to democracy
than the heady,
romantic and stiff
barren without you....
together we had
the power to heal
and I vow,
even in exile
and sickness,
to be worthy
if it's not too late
and even if it is...
for when they ban
our omm bomm ba boom,
all the sweet sadness
of deep thought or
so-called song
loses its truth and
power to heal....
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