Ready To Knock

Imagination is best.  All the colors, flashing.  Remembering late drive homes, windows cracked to get some air flow.  FM Radio stations played classic rock too much, just ran the same old tunes.  Needed a talk.

Compositions on a grand scale, like a nest of hot rats, 1969 was an interesting year.  What to do, what to do after peace and love.  Bring me dead flowers, we'll make it through, bring me dead flowers for these January blues.  Twinkle on, lights, twinkle on.  Darkness is easy, darkness is a lie.

The minute is now, write the scene.  You're superiors are waiting for the scripts.  Corrections, alterations, nice effort with the demo, strong lyrical moments.  Needs some formula, maybe a few shots of conformity, another somatic pill, a tone down, the forbidden must be hidden.  But it's no demo, no, no, no, it's ready to knock, it's ready to roll.