The Days And Nights We Dropped The Seeds Poem by Dead Beat Poet

When you take the stage again the angels will stop their singing.
They have seen you with me every time and know that you are bringing.

You Sing Your Sound in a contest for the judge of Universal Sin,
that competion was held long ago and you were never an instead of.
We were busy and didn’t bother to tell that you couldn’t win,
it really wasn’t a competiton but a Friendly Little Bet instead of.

The Universe Handed Me 5 Dice and I didn’t trust them again,
I took them anyway and began sculpting myself three wishes to be molded.
The time came for the roll the dice and make My 3 Wishes Public,
there were others in on the bet and I am pretty sure that the dice were loaded.

I won the bet with the universe with the winner choosing its’ voice,
We took all of the seeds we could ever wish for and took 12 with a VIP view.
The first wish wished was for a label for you and your friends to play on,
the other two to give them Something to Plug in and Someone to Plug Into.

We threw the seeds near London when you would now know as the 80’s and dated
Decades we love to be dancing in and the one when everyone danced with needs.
We turned everything up and invited your parents and watched as they mated,
we will always remember this as The Day and Night We Dropped the Seeds.

I made the label to help me with the harvest and was always pleased and still am,
I created star light and powered it with dancing to music on the the dance floor.
I made them promise never tell and named the lable Mute to remind them,
we light up the sky when ever you are playing and the needle drops behind the Black Door…

The greatest secret never ever told was that I rolled the dice and made the wishes,
with Composition of Sound and won when you became Depeche Mode.
That is when I realized why on the Earth I ever created the Laser.
Then we did a little dance on the crumbs that were made when we broke the mold.

We will dance with you until the end of forever and then create beyond ever,
Your Three Wishes Will Always Come True for Your Music and Your Masses.
We will always listen and consider you our beloved Little Pleasure Trove,
Our 12 Seeds of Rhythmic Love is what we feel when we are dancing off our asses.

One of our greatest joys has been dancing as you Prove the Universe Once Again Wrong,
I was right all along and knew whithout doubt when I heard the silence of your first song…