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Bass
Bring about the pace,
And slow perpetual beat
Giving off that resurging race,
Reacting from electrical heat
Mahogany, ebony, koa, maple, birch
Just let me groove, let me ride
Its a mystical search
No lyric to blast
No simple word to describe
Its just musicians pride
To cast all feelings forth
So raise your head
Shoot it straight
With your ears
Let me rise
From every joy, every tear
Coming forth from your eyes
Just cut it loose, cut it loose
To lifes euphoric ride
Its mother natures emotion
Its Gods most awesome perfection
From every wedding reception
To every funeral persession
Its a sole groove erupting
Your guts entwined and convulsing
Your body just cant stop shaking
The goosebumps simply keep raising
Your pacing, its racing,
I just cant keep it from lacing
That blood thirsty quenched relation
And adrenalin sensation
Jack it
Amp it
Rock it
Groove it
Ride it
Slap it
Pluck it
Strum it
Acoustic, electric, innocent, and eccentric
Its bass alive tonight
So people
Plug it and play it
I have read through bass. My first reaction: I laughed not being a bass player I don't feel it the way you have. I want to play some now just after reading this. It really expesses how you feel when you play, but now I know what is in a rocker's head. The bass player isn' heard much in a consert or he doesn't speak. I see his face all the time. Now Iknow what he/she is thinking.