That moment
when Flea flexes his fingers
slow and deliberate lingers
fretting the neck
feeling into the frequency
kissin' the dormancy
and blue eyes
face off
hump de bumpin' now
the world into liquid somehow
drippin' into my ears
like slow honey tears
his hand wields
the wood that just yields
and bends out of reality
so so fiercely
take me
to the place I love
love
love your bass
I.A.m
Perfect example of Flea's ability to completely rule the feel of a song, the basic lower chakra feel
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