Before I was saved by my better half I once disappeared in a black-and-white photograph That I was just staring at Framed on someones wall How long it lasted I could not say But all of my heroes returned to play One last gig And there was I in the middle of it all Im drinking mai tais with pink umbrellas Im thinking my how high the moon I hear the man say, heads up, fellas I hear the band play Monks new tune We were bad! We could perpetrate the beat Seeing plaid, how could we stay on our feet? Rumor spread clear down 52nd St. As we played Monks new tune Since youre a skeptic Ill say no more Of course, this was happening way back before Before...but Nevertheless it was very real to me Exactly like it was yesterday My ears hear the music my hand was blessed to play Inside that picture took command of me.
Posted on: Mon, 17 Nov 2014 08:22:14 +0000
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