Hard Groove

Forget Regret Your sugar, your fear your touch, your hair your voice, your whisper your moan, your prayer your hair, your step your spin, your care your voice, your heat, your light your stare I don't want to be free, if it means that I'll be without

Can you picture how a melody can stir into existance? Rhythm section hits it and upholds it with persistanceyou start to see the colours Filling in with intricate splashes by all the brothers Michelle is on the joint, you mean Misindae Gayochello? No