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The window's cracked a bit some cat had given out a lonely mewl and I decided to hear his swan-song I figure he's probably just teary-eyed bout some girl stood him up. We're both creatures of the night, things dracula turns into when he gets tired of people calling him a monster which I suppose he is, really. There's an owl in the spruce tree across the street. I can hear him belt the blues if I quit fidgeting long enough I wonder if they're listening to me too while I click-clack out the window trying to find some rhythm in the madness sing on, boys. I'll be the percussionist and you can riff all you want nevermind the errors, we'll just tell the naysayers that jazz isn't supposed to have rules.
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Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 1:15 PM UTC
Jazz Trio
The window's cracked a bit some cat had given out a lonely mewl and I decided to hear his swan-song I figure he's probably just teary-eyed bout some girl stood him up. We're both creatures of the night, things dracula turns into when he gets tired of people calling him a monster which I suppose he is, really. There's an owl in the spruce tree across the street. I can hear him belt the blues if I quit fidgeting long enough I wonder if they're listening to me too while I click-clack out the window trying to find some rhythm in the madness sing on, boys. I'll be the percussionist and you can riff all you want nevermind the errors, we'll just tell the naysayers that jazz isn't supposed to have rules.
j-c-lucas
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Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 1:15 PM UTC
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