A Lucky Moon! (when we start)

I suppose you all are used to the month of June
No that it's too hot! Not about to swoon.
But we got a Friday, and we got a full moon
And in honor of that, I will play a few tunes.

Pick-up

A pick-up set where I try an experiment. 

The mods! At eight!

Look at the past with eyes well teared
Across the bloodied, mangled bods
And see what's left, once dust has cleared
Between the rockers and the mods

A pick-up

A pick-up set. 

An edict from your queen

For my prom set, the songs we could
Have played, and one we did.
Or, maybe I misunderstood
The rules, god forbid.

Call me at nine, OK?

My little phone isn't the state of the art.
It can't download any apps.
The poor piddly thing just isn't that smart
For any of that kind of crap.

But the reason I keep it, why it's best of all:
No matter where, I can still make a call.

A hill to climb at nine

I know I should have worked on the set more. See,
I got distracted by turning forty.