The jazz man,
Beaten up in his own bar
Needing rescue yet the bass won't be playin' fo' him tonite.
Dragged down,
Into the street raging
Unable to move from the pain the wound,
Grinding his teeth
twistin' turnin'.
Looks as if dancin',
Speaks a language only he knows
Grunting spitting blood and at certain time laughing his own misery down.
Jun 9, 2017
Jun 9, 2017 at 7:00 PM UTC
The jazz man,
Beaten up in his own bar
Needing rescue yet the bass won't be playin' fo' him tonite.
Dragged down,
Into the street raging
Unable to move from the pain the wound,
Grinding his teeth
twistin' turnin'.
Looks as if dancin',
Speaks a language only he knows
Grunting spitting blood and at certain time laughing his own misery down.
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