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Written by Antony Plocido
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Tuesday, 02 December 2008 |
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Think smokey jazz club with a very beatnik-esque band on stage. She's on one side and I am fearfully on the other.
Dark days in this corner bar.It so far off The beaten path.It hasAmbience Cigarettes and boozeSpilling on my shoesIt has Ambience.Across the roomI see the shadowSwallowHalf of your faceAnd my mind starts to paceIt does circlesAnd hurdlesHoping for the light.Hoping for the sightTo see through The darkend half.The jazz is playingThe piano is sayingWordsThe bassist getting hersAnd the smoke seems to thicken.To be stricken.It's a moment.You have to hold it Or it can turn into frenzy.It can turn into love.First sight kind of love.Dynamite kind of love.And liquor won't help.It just brings you to brave'Til you just can't behave.And the darkness still consumesHalf of your face.HelloTwo syllable wordWhy can't I say it.Hello.You seem lovely tonight.Why can't I say it. JUST LET GO!As the drummer ups the tempoAnd the sultry singer steps slowTo the micThe moment is rightHalf your face dayThe other half nightOf which glimpses I seeBy your cigarette light.But the fightIs too strongI waited to long.And as I standThe bandEnds the song. Last update: 02-12-2008 10:59
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