The Noise

The fucking noise
Imagine the ringing in your ears
After a thousand Woodstock’s
And you’ll have some inkling of what it’s like in my head

Shrill tremolo strings
Piercing agony
Or is it ecstasy?
Yes, too much ecstasy.
That’s what the doctors said.

But they don’t know shit
Never took a hit
Never know what it’s like to feel
Love
To sing the body electric
To embrace the world connected

But there is a price
For rolling the dice or
Spinning the roulette wheel
‘specially when this is all I can feel.