Your tone might be in your fingers, mine comes from the heart!

I follow no other tempo than the one the flow of the Universe, no less, dictates me!

Yes, the Universe is my metronome, and the rhythm I play is love:

My hearts yearning crest against eternity's shore!

 

Yup!

In fact there is...

Guess you've never been in the fortunate position of a Metal Zone then?

The pedal also known as pure bliss..... or was it blight?

 

You want the truth?

Well, you can't handle the truth!:

You might do prose well, and pose like the pros
The hos can tell that your faking though, and won't do your hose
But when I hit the low E it is poetry

You might be able to follow the rhythm if you know the stanza
But follow my flow and you'll fly like a dancer
Or stumble and fall, cause this ain't no Sunday ball
no known steps, or pre-rehearsed shat
just pure existence and the essence of it
so live in the now or wave your presence goodbye

You know:
Play it and live it, if you dare
- or forget it!

Yo!

-Quote: Me, just now

Or simply:

I'm a poet, don't you know it?
And the winds, you can blow it!

- Quote: Syd Barrett, from Bob Dylan Blues

 

Lies!



Edit: Also:

 

Sorry, didn't mean to break your heart.

I should have specified, you got to use a dried heart valve from a wild unicorn and use it as a pick, otherwise you'll get a bloody mess and risk ending up dying!

I mean I truly do love playing bass....

But I won't do that!

It's not like it's worth dying for.