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Must be the Music

16-inch records 8 track tapes cassettes and Cd' The sound of music played on my high-fi recording machine I was 6 years old listening to Aeron Nevel 'Siting on the Dock of the Bay' played Marvin Gaye could sing every word 'Let's get it on' was the word on the streets everyone heard the records played the Temptations I knew very well The sounds of Lionel Richie was so cool, the Commodores ruled I remember listening to Glady's Knight and the Pips 'A Long Way to Georgia' had come to this The Soul Sisters had reminded me the lyrics, 'We are family' Jimmy Hendrick could play the drums then there was Aretha Franklin 'Yellow Catalac' and Chakka Con would sing 'I feel for you' and the sound of music played on and on Gillispie, Davis and B.B. King listening to the greatest jazz ensemble I swayed to the sounds of Nat King Cole played the greatest notes on an album from Smokey Robinson I felt the notes as the songs played I heard every word of Bary White deep voice of every word said the music played Funkadelic tunes stood in my head my imagination would play a tune I listened to Pattie Label sing on and on the rhyme and rhythm of Marvin Gaye as it played with my moods I closed my eyes to the Syalitics I opened my heart Rebbie Jackson as I fell in love with old school music the voices in my head silenced as I listened to Miles Davis play on and on I listened to the old school sounds as the music played on and on

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