THE NEW RAGE May 29/85 Karl Rigelhof

He's a rock and roll singer
He's a guitar slinger
He's a storm bringer
As sparks linger
On his finger tips
Words flow
From his lips
Like thunder from the skies
Lightning flashing from his eyes

He's a bass player
He's a soothsayer
He's a demon slayer
As lives layer
Along the edge of his sword
Magic dances
Striking a ringing chord
Within the souls that he has saved
With the singing of his blade

He's a keyboardist
He's a pianist
He's a realist
As fate twists
Within his hands
Grasping
To understand
The height of technology
All thoughts flow in harmony

He's a mean drummer
He's a power strummer
He's a fast runner
As the time is numbered
To catch the beat
Hearts pound
To feed the heat
Melting from the sun
Pouring over everyone

A strange emanation
Erupting from the stage
An amazing demonstration
Escaping from the cage
Calculated exploitation
The finest in the land
Not just another rock and roll band
But a totally new rage

The New Rage
(It's even better than The Grateful Dead
And The New Riders Of The Purple Sage
Or Jimi and the Purple Haze)