Come Blow Your Horn - Let the Music Play
He puts down his regular ax, his saxophone, and
begins to blast away on his shiny new thing -
Soprano...
He closes his eyes, fingers flying and we start
to grove to sweltering sounds that caress our ears.
Give the drummer some! We yell!
Play drummer, play! We stomp!
Whoa, bass man, whoa!
Let us catch up!
We are going crazy grooving to your melodious noises...
Tranquilizing, satisfying!
We unravel to your sound.
You're making us high man!
You're making us high!
Strum bass man, strum!
Your fingers eating away on steel strings...
Drummer, you set our brains afire!
The saxaphone's notes fill the room -
Mad Cap!
I don't know the name of the tune,
But, hell, who cares!
Blow!
Strum!
Beat us until we die of pure pleasure!
Joe Clarke Trio at "No Fish Today"
a club in Baltimore, Maryland...on Eutaw Street
Cynthia
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