Twin Timed Theme Poem by Pedro Cescon

(To White Stripes)

I ring the red colored blood,
It becomes the engulfing flood,
I strike the will to thrive,
Till it lives up alive,

I string the chords of the heart,
Hoping they won't tear apart,
And then I bump the air,
Although that won't be so fair,

I stress the ties of soul,
In the proccess I produce a hole,
But the song is my sole goal,
And its one way to become whole,

Well, my fingers try so hard,
They know my will to get the start,
But you should tell to my guitar,
That my will and her cry must be at par,

Well, my drumsticks weigh a little,
Ain't quite if I can shake it off like being a Beatle,
And my drums require much much more,
Before allowing me inducing them to do their roar,

But I'm good, all in all,
Ain't quite if I can't stand tall,
Ain't you hearing what my hands sing?
Then it is to what I'll cling