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Review by YEM930
On NYE, the planets aligned and a meteorite crashed into YEMSG. High energy from the opening notes, then Harpua lit the fuse and the room exploded!
Focus on the past and that's what will last. A fortnight of turmoil. We’re going to make it after all. The past is gone, it all rolls away. Thunder in a circle, down the pipes. Burst into song and unwind. Hear the rhythm from the soles of my feet. We share these moments, ‘til they melt away. Rush and never waste the day!
This has all been wonderful but now I'm on my way… to your town… with Jimmy and his Grandmother… we'll help you party down!
Stepped Into Yesterday. Enlightened by the writings of the Helping Friendly Book. The trick was to surrender to the flow. Open up before my eyes and there I saw to my surprise. Who would've thought it, that's where I am. And she comes to me, looking down from the multi-beast on which she rides like the wind from beyond the mountain. It was the loudest thing I'd ever heard, and I knew my time had come. ‘Cause WE CAN still have fun! So nasty, real outcasty. The wind blows high!
The teeth of time have stowed the rhyme of how things shouldn't be. Heard the crack of thunder, the earth began to quake, a thousand birds were headed for the sky. And one famous mockingbird… Flyyyyyyying WITH the Book!
Countdown to 2024…
Watch the volcano big core crack and glow… the lizards plunge below the water line down, down, down.
The staging. The theatrics. The puppetry. The vocals. The chorus.
Boy.
Man!
I feel so humble with you tonight,
just sitting in front of fire. Peaking top the mountain baby. As an 8’ florescent tube Jedi and his merry mates, close the freezer on 2023.