Because of Somebody I Heard On The Radio
Jul. 24th, 2007 02:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
frustratedpilotThis is the Shout-out, from FP
To the bite-size, the single-size, the medium-size, the double-wide, the super-sized and the mechanized
To the soft-contacts and the full-contacts; the frameless and blameless; the shades and the everglades
To the fixers, sixers and nixers; the bikers, hikers and pikers; to the consecrators of the impact craters
To the felt-tips and the loose lips who sank ships; the scuba and the tuba; the didja and the ninja
To the awake and the Ewok; to the mocha and the polka; to the multi-track and the multi-plex and the multi-color
To the radial and the inline and the rotary and the turbine; to the solid and the liquid and the coming dream that will make them all seem like steam
To the deputy of the Sheriff and the sans of the serif; to the electric guitars and their pick-ups and the pick-ups and their trucks
To the dukes with the nukes and the cukes; to the shills with the stills on the hills; to the magic and the tragic
To the critters with the fritters; to the rash with the cash; to the kin with win and the crews that lose
To those stuck on the loop and those stuck out of the loop; to those in transit and those in limbo, even if limbo was declared obsolete for them
To the otherworlders and the one-worlders, as this New Worlder cares not who's Old World and who's Third World--we are all free in a Free World for the moment
To the seekers, peekers, beakers and streakers; to the Majors and the pagers and the ragers
To the corn planters and the corn plasters; to the pure and the sure and the cure; to the brink and the pink and the drink
To the bored keys with the keyboards; to the ball-points and the nibs at the inkwells and the pencils as well
To the reels and the cassettes and the disks and the spaces of memory full and empty; to shows old and new and still in the queue
To the time and the rhyme and the sublime; to the acid and the base and the grace and the place
To all those in the mirror (and there are more of them than you'd think) and to YOU--you know who you are, but who do you shout out to?
FP
To the bite-size, the single-size, the medium-size, the double-wide, the super-sized and the mechanized
To the soft-contacts and the full-contacts; the frameless and blameless; the shades and the everglades
To the fixers, sixers and nixers; the bikers, hikers and pikers; to the consecrators of the impact craters
To the felt-tips and the loose lips who sank ships; the scuba and the tuba; the didja and the ninja
To the awake and the Ewok; to the mocha and the polka; to the multi-track and the multi-plex and the multi-color
To the radial and the inline and the rotary and the turbine; to the solid and the liquid and the coming dream that will make them all seem like steam
To the deputy of the Sheriff and the sans of the serif; to the electric guitars and their pick-ups and the pick-ups and their trucks
To the dukes with the nukes and the cukes; to the shills with the stills on the hills; to the magic and the tragic
To the critters with the fritters; to the rash with the cash; to the kin with win and the crews that lose
To those stuck on the loop and those stuck out of the loop; to those in transit and those in limbo, even if limbo was declared obsolete for them
To the otherworlders and the one-worlders, as this New Worlder cares not who's Old World and who's Third World--we are all free in a Free World for the moment
To the seekers, peekers, beakers and streakers; to the Majors and the pagers and the ragers
To the corn planters and the corn plasters; to the pure and the sure and the cure; to the brink and the pink and the drink
To the bored keys with the keyboards; to the ball-points and the nibs at the inkwells and the pencils as well
To the reels and the cassettes and the disks and the spaces of memory full and empty; to shows old and new and still in the queue
To the time and the rhyme and the sublime; to the acid and the base and the grace and the place
To all those in the mirror (and there are more of them than you'd think) and to YOU--you know who you are, but who do you shout out to?
FP
