Richards' heart rises with each riff,
Whether it's a case of win or lose.
His soul strums out the rhythm,
Keith lives and plays the blues.
Music is Richards' raison d'etre,
It's his sunshine and his rain.
Ecstacy touches that one note,
Keith's in heaven once again.
Life would not be living,
If Keith didn't rock n' roll.
Keith's soul steeps with inspiration,
As his pieces become a whole.
Keith is a collage of notes,
Sometimes boring - sometimes keen.
Keith's life is the song he plays,
His music - reflects his scene.
Whether it's a case of win or lose.
His soul strums out the rhythm,
Keith lives and plays the blues.
Music is Richards' raison d'etre,
It's his sunshine and his rain.
Ecstacy touches that one note,
Keith's in heaven once again.
Life would not be living,
If Keith didn't rock n' roll.
Keith's soul steeps with inspiration,
As his pieces become a whole.
Keith is a collage of notes,
Sometimes boring - sometimes keen.
Keith's life is the song he plays,
His music - reflects his scene.
WAYNE MANNION
PLATINUM BULLET LYRICS
PLATINUM BULLET LYRICS
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