August 5, 2009
By helena94 GOLD, Evansville, Indiana
helena94 GOLD, Evansville, Indiana
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My heart stops
The bass is dead
But all of the sudden it’s on again.

My hips swivel
A smile appears
This song is all I wanted to hear.

A love so easy
No need to try
All I need are my bands and I’m just fine.

I yell, I scream
Let me go home!
Turn up the bass to block out your drone.

My teeth chatter
And next is a headache
The song shakes my room like some kind of earthquake.

So shut up
Or get out
‘Cause the next song that’s on is my favorite one.

The author's comments:
Music's a way of marking your day. Maybe it's a head-banging screamo kind of day. Or maybe its one of those everything's perfect indie/alternative kind of day. Your choice, your day.

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