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"my bass line" by alaskanamber

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I sit here trying to think
my cat laying in my lap
fingers randomly stroking her back
why am I where I'm at
I can't pinpoint the time or place
I have no reality
my life feels like a symphony
always underlying the melody is the rumble of the kettle drums
sure the melody is fun, sweet beautiful meaningful
but my bass line cannot be silenced
it is my drive, my ambition
I live bar by bar, note by note
I know the end will be finis
but the middle of my piece
full of mystery, love, pain
is sung by violins and flutes and trumpets
enough fanfare to be aware
yet fading away gently
always to my strong bass line



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On Saturday December 30th, 2006, alaskanamber (129) writes:
once a musician it is easy for me to compare my life to a symphony. I hear the different parts being played in my mind. as beautiful as chopin, I will never succomb to the melody, always following my bass line.



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