Intricate In Arrangement
by Michael Doyle

Loss of integral resplendence
Brothers of spiritual discipline
Off balance in our alchemy
It's easy to get lost in the harmony.

These are touches to the soul
Played out in our rock ' n ' roll,
It's the music that moves the feet,
Somewhere hot out on the streets.

Intricate in the arrangement,
The horn section knows no estrangement.
Everybody rehearses their part,
But you feel rock' n' roll from the heart.

Tumbling through with providence,
The music flows in reverence.
We have no time for heartbreak,
But there will be a few mistakes.

Perfection is for the crucified,
I've never wanted to be deified.
The audience dances in the aisle,
We all know the rites of survival.

Intricate in the arrangement,
The horn section knows no estrangement.
Everybody rehearses their part,
But you feel rock' n' roll from the heart.

It's personal to the very last note.
But none of these are played by rote.
The speaker cabinet spins round and round.
There's a celebration in what we've found.

The band explodes with the eights
While the guitars come in just a bit late.
It's that something that is proved all night.
This kind of magic is timed to be just right.

Intricate in the arrangement,
The horn section knows no estrangement.
Everybody rehearses their part,
But you feel rock' n' roll from the heart.

(c) August 30, 2025   Michael Doyle
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