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You should see it
the soul jumping off the walls Like helium filled ballons. Every corner ever crevice soaked in horn sweat and trumpet glare. Dizzy up her dress, goo goo went the girls Swimming in each others jazz. Drenched, drowning. The band like bats out of hell Man those cats could play. cigar filled aroma, whiskey fueled anger. the night was still young. I kept blowin life into the room. with each note they all posed and dance there souls away, beautiful. the floors scuffed to the brink, it was a good night. the whisk of each dress and every curtsy evey bow the party swung the crowd was load. the band kept playing and i kept swaying drums thundered while that bass crept under my skin Injecting a beat that would liven my veins. I was never more alive. Lung filled trumpets blow in the night rhythmic life, a walts of souls swaying zombie like. pouring out my heart in each note so that score is scorned with my rhythm. lung filled trumpets spun tales of honest. truth to the people, they had no choice but dance. I was never more alive. Last edited by Inno; 07-02-2015 at 11:55 PM. |
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