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-in adoration of Bill Evans Welcome, night;fall from finger stride the keys— handsome young ghost on my computer screen, as You are known to me; Deliver air of great gusto! to sleepwalking ‘verses’ —from quaint Grace of piano seat; Tenderhearted Virtuosity,smoothly reverberates newance ,relieve pretensions: a coiled palm under ev’ry word i write. Compelling ‘nuff a reverie to fool me. Timeless, God **** good because it’s so sincerely Human— the kinda Human that transcends pasty body still you gotta feel it rumblin’ right in yr gut, flow thru arm,leg,arm,leg, up the stem of yr whistling brain Down to the bone-gristle and greasssomesoulgears makes you wanna learn to play piano. But i can’t play piano, like him,so i write like me. But i haven’t found my self compelling enough to fool anybody into daydreams yet.
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Sep 25, 2017
Sep 25, 2017 at 6:21 PM UTC
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-in adoration of Bill Evans Welcome, night;fall from finger stride the keys— handsome young ghost on my computer screen, as You are known to me; Deliver air of great gusto! to sleepwalking ‘verses’ —from quaint Grace of piano seat; Tenderhearted Virtuosity,smoothly reverberates newance ,relieve pretensions: a coiled palm under ev’ry word i write. Compelling ‘nuff a reverie to fool me. Timeless, God **** good because it’s so sincerely Human— the kinda Human that transcends pasty body still you gotta feel it rumblin’ right in yr gut, flow thru arm,leg,arm,leg, up the stem of yr whistling brain Down to the bone-gristle and greasssomesoulgears makes you wanna learn to play piano. But i can’t play piano, like him,so i write like me. But i haven’t found my self compelling enough to fool anybody into daydreams yet.
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Sep 25, 2017
Sep 25, 2017 at 6:21 PM UTC
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