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Hey, the makings of a real event
he slices through the urban air,
immediate and confident
yes, he's riding on a sonic wave
defining a modern pose
arriving in the status age
I watched the animal grace
stir in his painted eyes
and spring into life on his face
Yes, the drama of a silent stage
his image commands respect
personifies style and taste
yes, he's magic on the t.v screen
illuminating living room walls,
the power of his frequency
I watched, they took the stage away
gone with the moving crowd
I felt so misplaced
left with my naive guitar
there in the dim parking lot
I saw him leave in a car
I stood in my place
and quietly waved
goodbye
to the animal grace
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