Of All the Gin Joints In the World
They say that living is a disgrace
those who worship the dead
I never felt that way
I love the adventure of life
it does not contaminate my soul
the way it does my body
the Gestapo order the violins
while the Marsellaise plays
I dance to different songs
I was younger, many years ago
and never afraid of things
then wave, after wave of fear emerged
covering the light with darkness
sealing the time with silence
I lived in a golden age of jazz
it stays with me, in memory
the sounds filled the air
with revelry
it was a long time ago
the performers marched through our house
each with a unique style
the tap dancers, the actors, the musicians
the painters, the generals, the writers
everyone came over to visit
the truth never lets go
it tramples over the story
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