On Stage at the Orpheum Theatre
Sing,
terrible voiced boy.
Crack a note,
noteworthy to shaken head man across the room.
Deepen the pitch,
in hopes a girl across will catch the throw.
Oh,
red faced child,
it's not so bad
it is what resides within your house
the one that you look from
those windows- eyes.
Pluck a string,
cause that vibration trouble,
bang a drum,
create earthquake noise,
hold a breath,
to create silence beat.
Constuction demolished,
a tune in need of tune-up,
oh, boy,
it's not so bad,
being honest to the crowd-
the loneliest people are the ones who overspoke the truth.
You just sang.
No harm, none done.
Sing more,
shake heads,
someone will like.
And that's only the start.
-Matthew Koutzun
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