The Way From The House To The Garage, revisited
What d'you think they did,
those unlettered kids? They discovered
cheap electronic music machines,
they taught them the beat. They fed the sound
through amps and megaspeakers,
their vibrations generated shock waves,
bass tracks that shook the ground.
And the kids did what their singers had always done,
finding their own way to shout their blues.
With their megadecibel beat, they gave vent to
their pent up anger. They holler'd it loud,
coining a new jive, a dialect of dispossession.
Music for body and mind, teaching mind
a thundering route to ecstasy! (some free spirits
left the shackles of poverty behind.)