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I dunno where this one came from, I just got the whim to write a song about ancient lore and heavenly power chords


The Weak Spot of the Invulnerable (Psycha-delicacy)

My stream of hope has gone dry,
And still I cannot seem to avail,
My thoughts have gone awry,
But the beat and flow wont let me fail.

Alas I whip out my guitar,
and jam chords of ancient lore.
The melody comes from afar,
Rocking you to the core.

Close your eyes at the psycha-delicacy,
You Hear these notes and I guarantee
Every one - first to last will be heavenly,
And each will show your vulnerability.

"Inside The heart of my fiend,
Rings out The lull of your strum,
Whitewash, My soul is cleaned,
The melody sings and I succumb."

Ancient magic rings through my strings,
It invokes inside of you ancient feelings,
Like the voice of your father in the rain,
50 years after his death and your pain.
Imagine your head inside my ampli-flyer,
As the harmonies soar you up higher,
From the clouds above you now admire,
Your dead body being rocked to the core,
And now you are invulnerable no more.

Close your eyes at the psycha-delicacy,
You Hear these notes and I guarantee
Every one - first to last will be heavenly,
And each will show your vulnerability.

Do not fret as I traverse the last mentioned,
The notes drop out and then heavenly ascend,
You are now in a different life full of my sound,
Inside I play the chords and send you Heaven bound.

Close your eyes at the psycha-delicacy,
You Hear these notes and I guarantee
Every one - first to last will be heavenly,
And each will show your vulnerability.