Sounds of Rock Music Class - Bob Dylan day.

While smile know not when lock me away allow inside hide loneliness blue yelpy I won't stay in a world without love session thicker soul melody hollery pop articulated melodic record extra weight PUNCH vocal thickening it texture love grows that umbrella waiting at the stop started to be the same that's the way silly but true romance sun ice melts no more shelter how we live a roof hangs above our head without it our hair gets wet - umbrella wind rain employed it she was mine what do we own? Superstar of the folk world star super superlative star of stars groove, groovy shake the groove twist and shout and shake and spin -

"This Machine Kills Fascists"

Legend in the shadow, death around the corner. Larger than life, life looms large. Death always wins. Life versus death playing chess on a breezy summer day. Life looks to us like a four year old girl with a flower in her hair. She is wearing a pink dress with a white frilly trim. Death sits across the concrete table. He appears like a man close to eighty. He is wearing a black shirt with perfect white buttons that shimmer in the sunlight. He wears a baseball cap pulled down close to his eyes. The writing on the cap says, "Your End is Near." These two play every day, and have played every day that we have existed on this earth. The only problem is that life can't win.

She may not win, but she never stops playing.

Impending Doom
of modern context.
Gruesome and fearsome,
a dozen dead oceans.
Hammer's a bleedin',
tongues were all broken.
Thunder of warning,
drown the whole world.
Whispers of nobody listening,
masters of war.
A purist streak,
a lost crowned prince
in a commercial cesspool.
Highway for gamblers,
it's all over now.

Define a new sound.