The Days and Nights We Dropped the Seeds

When you take the stage again the angels with respect will halt their flying and singing,
they’ve seen you play with us since construction time and know that you are bringing,
in a hurried fashion you were dispatched to each other with photographic accuracy,
learning to spell and speak our sounds and kindly removing all of your complacency.

You sing our sounds in an ultra race for the angelic voice in the sea of our sin,
we felt the heed and decided not to say that you needn’t enter to perform or win,
the competition was held a long time ago and you couldn’t know what had been said,
it really wasn’t a competition at all but a friendly little wager with the Universe instead.

The Revelators handed us 7 loaded dice and of course I trusted them wrong once again,
then came the time to roll the dice twice and we made the rolls with 7 wishes and a grin,
there were 7 others in on the non-bet and we know that they and the dice were loaded,
the dice were taken with an open fisted hand and wished for 343 seeds to be molded.

We won the bet and the universe with the winner shouting in shame and song voices,
the next four wishes were for labels to play on and you all made the only right choices,
we also wished for the seeds to earn fans all wanting to dance for and with a VIP view,
other wishes gave them new instruments to plug-in and someone new to plug hard into.

We dropped your seeds near a town called London when the 60’s 70’s and 80’s were created,
we turned everything up invited your parents & then watched as they danced and in sin mated,
We love to dance in these decades when everyone dated with pointed hair and wanting needs,
we will always remember this and that time as ‘The Days and Nights We Dropped the Seeds’.

We made a special label to help us with the harvest and was very pleased then and still am,
we asked them please never to tell of the wager and named ‘em Mute to help remind them,
we created star light and powered it with your spin good pains on the universal dance floor,
we light up the sky wherever you are playing and when the needle drops behind the black door.

We will dance with you until the end of our forever and then create beyond never,
we will always dance to your voices and consider you our little pleasure endeavor,
we grant that your wishes will always come true for your music and your masses,
we feel you as our seeds of rhythmic love when we are dancing off of our asses.

One of our greatest joys has been going out dancing as you write to us twice again Wrong,
we were right all along and knew without doubt after enjoying the silence of your very first song,
we dance every night on the broken pieces that were left when we violated your band like mold,
our dice were tossed upon Composition of Sound and we won when you became Depeche Mode


Ode to the Modes

Martin Lee Gore

I’ve received two lessons from Martin Lee Gore.
The skill of rhyme and art of metaphor.

If it wasn’t for you my soul would be silent.
You’ve led me through a life-long dance without the desire to ever be violent.

There is nothing in my power worthy of offering from your ranks,
but dance with you from afar forever with my thanks…

David Gahan

The only reason I ever go out is to dance while David is singing.
With the echo of your voice my ears are always ringing.

My impulse comes alive at the sound of your voice.
Dancing with you a need not a this or that choice.

When I hit the dance floor the girls begin their glancing upon.
When it is I close my eyes it’s only with you I am ever dancing until Gahan…

Andrew John Fletcher

Andrew’s rhythm moves me and makes my insides smolder.
When I see Martin and David they are dancing on your shoulders.

You drift from song to song without ever missing a beat.
When I hear your fingers sing they bring me alive through my feet.

You stand there and play with nothing ever to prove.
Thank you Fletcher for giving me my groove..

Alan Wilder

Alan was the last one to show and first one to go with a Recoil,
devotional sounds leading to internal friend strife and turmoil.

My young balance found the right equilibrium with a two minute warning,
the landscape changed while constructing again a memory of great rewarding.

Foundations of my sub-gooving consciousness is filled with your modulator,
rhythms that make me want to shunt and dance while experiencing Wilder.

One response to “The Days and Nights We Dropped the Seeds

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