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Everybody claps out of synch in the midnight elegance of “Wine Ohs”
 but the bass player hums at the twitch of the sunken keys that man who leans back crying a New York cry and sweet daddy saxophone wailing a New York wail and they all pale and bow with respect to the young drummer with bright eyes that nobody knows and nobody knows where he came from or how old Who’s soul I remember meeting from Easterly winds only to find himself on stage with strangers in a plane of rhythm and ruthless time in a freedom jazz dance
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Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 2:05 AM UTC
Oh, wine
Everybody claps out of synch in the midnight elegance of “Wine Ohs”
 but the bass player hums at the twitch of the sunken keys that man who leans back crying a New York cry and sweet daddy saxophone wailing a New York wail and they all pale and bow with respect to the young drummer with bright eyes that nobody knows and nobody knows where he came from or how old Who’s soul I remember meeting from Easterly winds only to find himself on stage with strangers in a plane of rhythm and ruthless time in a freedom jazz dance
michael-sinclaire
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Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 2:05 AM UTC
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