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Man, it's times like these that I could go for some
real
sad
jazz...
The kind that permeates your skin
and digs into your guts,
that gritty sound
that bends your will, closes your eyes...
Where cigarette smoke hangs like a fog,
thick and foul,
while whisky, scotch, gin and jazz intoxicate.
Point me to that joint man,
take me to that place where it's played,
underneath a soft neon glow,
underneath some stairs with no rail,
take me under some
real
sad
jazz
Gotta get there, gotta get there,
gotta hear that hoarse sax
with that desperate longing voice that can't be calmed,
won't be settled,
while the bass and skins lay down a slow
solemn
durge.
and outside
the puddles grow while the suits get their trousers wet
and bitch about the rain,
but the soft drizzle
falls
straight through the ceiling
and rolls cross your heart strings,
plucks at ëem like the bass player.
WAIL!!!!!!!!! Mighty Saxophone!
bleed away my sorrows!
knowing we share pain is our comfort.
and soft, piano, soft-
soothe away and speak in sullen sounds,
all measured out,
-whisper-
ìI know, I know...î
ëCause man it's times like these
...times like these...
that I could go for some
real
sad
jazz.
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