Wild Nights! [SSC8 Poetry Challenge]
Small venue, Intimate club, Sparse crowd, Scattered applause, Occasional cheers, Room ambience, Raw recording, Small-scale venue audience, Sparse crowd, Intimate venue, Few people clapping, Leader's speech, Bootleg, Speed 60's rock, Distorted guitar, Twin guitar, Loud volume, Female band, female clear voice, BPM187, -Clean studio sound, -Arena, -Grand venue, -Thunderous applause, -Cheers from the large venue, ‑Piano
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Wild nights! Wild nights! Were I with thee, Wild nights should be Our luxury! Futile the winds To a heart in port, Done with the compass, Done with the chart. Rowing in Eden! Ah! the sea! Might I but moor To-night in thee! The Master He fumbles at your spirit As players at the keys Before they drop full music on; He stuns you by degrees, Prepares your brittle substance For the ethereal blow, By fainter hammers, further heard, Then nearer, then so slow Your breath has time to straighten, Your brain to bubble cool, Deals one imperial thunderbolt That scalps your naked soul
