a man came up from anywhere   and cut the edge so close   that it could not be ignored   the people gasped and grabbed their hearts   the sky--it danced and shook the dark   and everywhere the people wanted more   changed the history of the scene   hit it like a bomb if you know what i mean   he was the next beethovern or the next Van Gogh   a brand new edgar allan poe   anticipation was rising for the second work   to give their existence another needed perk (and they were)   waiting for another hit   waiting for another hit   waiting for another hit   waiting for another hit   the critics hated it   they chewed it up and spat it out   some called it high art   some said it wasn't high enough   so, what do you say?   so, do what yo say.   meanwhile   some found the true meaning or art   that lay not in the perception   but deep within the heart   the spit will dry on their faces   and they will be all the better for it   what do you say?   do what you say.   don't wait for this.