When times feel mad and sad
and the world forgets connection,
we turn to simple resurrection
human touch, shared reflection.
With fellow souls in gathering and play,
in shared space,
we start in sun and flow till late.
So we thought
why not try
to spark a little vibe?
Build a playground for the grown,
a space that feels like home,
where you can talk if you want to,
or let the muse pull you through
dissolve in sound and sway,
stay awhile, drift away.
Good chow, good ale,
no rush, no tale
come with the sun or later still,
stay for a song, a glass, a thrill.
For the heads who know
it’s more than sound
it’s how we gather,
how we’re found.
Playground.
Day into night.
Come around.
