In the city of lost angels there is an alley with a door
This door leads to a place were Lost Souls gather
Here is a lather that washes the spirit with expressive creations
Here you hear voices of many nations
From those you see and don’t know
To … you know!
This gumbo of poem and song
Eclectic selections of cuts being flipped
This environment is rich
Like Bill Gates bank account
Rich in Lost Souls given the hells of heaven
Like FM frequencies delivering
Audio enhanced moving pictures
Showing life
Not dictated by billions in corporate corruption
Just erupting the unnatural ways of our reality
For some in our society
This is the place to be
Given you a taste of what they see
Projecting from the heart
Canvassing your spirit
In the city of lost angels
There is an alley
With a door
This door leads to a place
Were Lost Souls gather
Lost Souls
Come and gather