BLUES POEM |
I got no smile cause I'm down
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I carry a horn to blow in all these streets
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A solo riff out of my head
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How could your ever know I feel
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So high on life and feet and ass and legs and thighs
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That I can rise and dance with all the stars
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And I can eat the moon and laugh an I can cry
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The dark caves of cities hungry streets
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The tired faces dark and dreary bent
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and all the death it dies
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I let it die
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I lift my horn and blow some sounds
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some sound for kids to come
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Some unborn sun
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in darker streets than mine
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Magicians carry wings so they can fly
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Let's blow a horn and love
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Let's get on it and ride
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and laugh and dance and jive
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Let's shake the dead and let the downers die
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The magic of the singers warms the earth
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A song
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A poem
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Some paradise of mind
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I got to smile now
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I'm feeling good
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The city street
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The palace of my mind
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