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Ancient Skins

E. Amato By

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Pounding ancient skins,

fathering ecstatic sound.

Smile like a doorway to Bliss,

spunky dreads dance around

white linen


crisply falling over

silver-ringed hands that

snatch rhythm off the

Curve of a

sweet & pungent riff.

The way you ride the horse, baby

you make your best friend laugh!

Baby, you ride that horse like

you were created this minute!

But are you stingy? No...ah-ah.

You let the trumpet ride your horse


You let the saxophone ride your horse


Let the Fender Rhodes ride your horse


You let the funky bass ride your horse


Can I ride your horse, baby?

Ride that expansive grin to ecstasy?

Drive that crazy train?

I know what you got under there, but

Now that I see what you use it for —

now that I've witnessed your Regal self,

your calling, your pride,

your talent, your strength

your in-ten-city —

now that I've seen

your sparkling soul

your glee, your joy

your ex-ta-see

Now I want to taste it,


I want to taste it

Entrain me,


Entrain me

In ceremony


Ride my body;

lift my spirit

til the beat of my heartblood

Rides the melody of my s-s-s-soul...

til the gods enter

& claim what they own


your best friend still laughing


& we all get our turn

to ride to be ridden

all the way to knowledge.

All the Way to Knowledge.


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