About Zygote

Let me tell you about  this old Zygote and the big beat
Comes out of the Virginia Swamps cool and slow  with plenty of precision
With a back beat that is narrow and hard to master
Some call it heavenly in its brilliance
Others mean and rueful of the Western Dream
Out here in the perimeter there are no stars.
Out here we is stone, immaculate.

Paraphrased from the Man