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jazz through smoky lights circa 1956
just take a moment to breath,
it's coming can you hear it.
that frantic last call
that hopeless remorse
the one final thing that you say
as you take a drag off your cigarette
the sax-man blows frantic notes not yet discovered
he's the one,
he's the one who will allow us all to beleave
stop looking with your eyes and start seeing with you mind
just let it all go and you'll realize
relize that for years you've been living a lie,
in your material world, where everything is perfect
let it all go and fade away and...
he'll take you there
he'll make it all real
the frantic sax-man who is so cool and sureal
is he there or is he just a figment of your imagination
floating in the grimmy smoky back ally jazz club
you hear yourself pray that he is true and that a soul
like his can't be made illusional by your thoughts
breath boy, it will all be alright, he is real
he is there to take you away
with his music and his soul you see he's there and your on your way out the door as he blows that last frantic note not yet discovered.
