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September's Song
September's song cool as good champagne
Come September summer comes to a boil
Dog days of August please bring black rain
Here in this shop the smell of sweat and oil
I hear the blades of grass being mowed
Droning last sounds of the lawn mowers
The scents of grass summer last blowed
Our grinding of the machines in here
The Boring mills, Bridgeports and CNCs
The last rose of summer is very well near
Its sun shines through mist all she sees
Inside outside she sings in the wind I hear
Nowhere is within the time inside me
Nowhere is without this place where I stand
August winds blow in first leaves blow in free
Through the grind in this Machine Shop
The drones begin to awaken in my hand
Angels begin to sing my writing hand can't stop
Children of the Sun join in and fills the land
The sound of it all I envision a sea of people
For the screams of it all I want to sing out
Bloody sweaty work boiling blood shades of red
Blue collar madness what's in between to shout
Rock stars and the Harlots pure scarlet bleed
Those seeds inside me blasting from the radio
Leather and madness mistresses and lace
Smoke and mirrors of life what may she show
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Come September summer comes to a boil
Dog days of August please bring black rain
Here in this shop the smell of sweat and oil
I hear the blades of grass being mowed
Droning last sounds of the lawn mowers
The scents of grass summer last blowed
Our grinding of the machines in here
The Boring mills, Bridgeports and CNCs
The last rose of summer is very well near
Its sun shines through mist all she sees
Inside outside she sings in the wind I hear
Nowhere is within the time inside me
Nowhere is without this place where I stand
August winds blow in first leaves blow in free
Through the grind in this Machine Shop
The drones begin to awaken in my hand
Angels begin to sing my writing hand can't stop
Children of the Sun join in and fills the land
The sound of it all I envision a sea of people
For the screams of it all I want to sing out
Bloody sweaty work boiling blood shades of red
Blue collar madness what's in between to shout
Rock stars and the Harlots pure scarlet bleed
Those seeds inside me blasting from the radio
Leather and madness mistresses and lace
Smoke and mirrors of life what may she show
© All Rights Reserved
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