Thank you. To your whole crew,
Thank you for playing the way you do.
Thanks for being true to the sounds that come through you.
It feels so good to be moved.
To feel something real.
To know I'm not being sold
into some pre-packaged deal that's bound to grow old
just as soon as it's sealed,
filled with lyrics too bold and exploited 15-year olds,
who, in a passionless fashion of action and distraction,
are easily formed into a sex-based mold,
already proven to make gold, but leaves us feeling sold,
and empty.
You,
don't do that.
You put something real back.
You leave me feeling satisfied --
and that's where it's at.
You remind me that I can find everything I'm looking for inside of me.
So I won't just be another fan
who wants to kiss your hand
or get down in your van,
show off her panties so she can relay it to her friends.
I hope you understand.
You touched me deeper than that.
Cause when I hear you,
I can feel you.
My feet start movin,
my body's groovin.
You set me free.
You give me hope - through music-
and the you shining through it.
It's beautiful to feel a soul
who thinks and feels like me,
that has found a body willing to push through
the rocky bottoms and spells of hollowed creativity,
so that the rest of the world can see,
can hear, can touch, can taste and feel,
that moving energy.