Waiting For Another Hit

A man came up from anywhere

A nd cut the edge so close

That it could not be ignored

The people gasped and grabbed their hearts

The sky--it danced and shook the dark

and everywhere the people wanted more

Changed the history of the scene

Hit it like a bomb if you know what i mean

He was the next beethovern or the next Van Gogh

A brand new edgar allan poe

Anticipation was rising for the second work

To give their existence another needed perk (and they were)

Waiting for another hit

Waiting for another hit

Waiting for another hit

Waiting for another hit

The critics hated it

They chewed it up and spat it out

Some called it high art

Some said it wasn't high enough

So, what do you say?

So, do what yo say.

Meanwhile

Some found the true meaning or art

That lay not in the perception

But deep within the heart

The spit will dry on their faces

and they will be all the better for it

What do you say?

Do what you say.

Don't wait for this.