1969

Conceived in 1969
I wrote a manifesto in the womb
Set out to conquer chilly hearts
And boogie hard core in a million rooms
In a million rooms

Crouched at the throne of greats
Poised to contribute, maybe collaborate
I don't feel small, I don't fret
Still cycling through the alphabet
Not jaded yet, unfaded yet
Confidence, without regret
Been pen to paper since way back when
Watch ancient pages break and bend

Trodding through the swampy grates
A creature that could compensate
Appearing prompt or minutes late
Battling mistakes and stubborn fate
Managing distractions through rigorous action
Arcane forces that still impact me
There was a lane there I should've dashed in
The other one they fashioned
Never was my fashion

Conceived in 1969
I wrote a manifesto in the womb
Intended to conquer chilly hearts
And boogie hard core in a million rooms
In a million rooms

Fell into the hole of Alice
Master of the rabid savage
Drank from the chalice
Thirsty from the clash gear ravage
Platinum wit in the throes of a dying arcade
Studio grade escapades
Dialogues that never fade
Bluetooth got in my truth
Channelling signals from neon youth

Older than the concrete tower
Filled with awe and covert power
Nights stained by strain I cowered
Dared on by dawn to render howling
Scrawled down all I found to share
Raising grace around amazing squares
Can't turn back now, can't compare
Sum mind will find your music there

Conceived in 1969
I wrote a manifesto in the womb
Set out to conquer chilly hearts
And boogie hard core in a million rooms
In a million rooms

Sir, we booked you a monastic flight
The pilot is not quite right
Horizon sky alight
Still, we pledge the craft arrives