When the Beat Ruled

The beat calls out the spirits
Even in jaded urban sprawl
The beat speaks its old language
The primal one, the gut-deep one
The one that even traffic roar
Even television drone cannot drown
It is the beat humanity feels bone-deep
It can't be silenced, resisting fragmentation
Where this beat lives, magic lives
Even in this dead world, it breathes magic
Stopping rushing crowds
Calling to their shaman-soul
Reminding them of a time when the beat ruled.