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Click hereWeave a spell of past ; some Saturday 1952,
then bouffant me, wrap me sparkle neat,
rouged red, poured leggy into heels.
Weave past. Re my bebop back to blues
rouged red, poured leggy into heels
tapping on 52nd Street’s foggy stage. Brush
high hat gold. Don’t drop no bombs tonight.
I’ll dream notes lashes down and cruise
high hat gold. Don’t drop no bombs tonight
on murmured me in minor swaying phrase,
swinging like a petal in a breezy groove
of psalm. I ain’t got nothin but my prayers,
swinging like a petal in a breezy groove.
When troubles flare up, just keep the snare up,
slip a tenor sideman solo in melodic lines
of azure threaded 4/4 through my looming cares.
i want to try this form..i haven't found the courage yet.
i will!
you did a wonderful job..this left me feeling light and bouncy.
very nice hun!
Reminds me of Maynard Ferguson playing his horn! Bop on girl. Good imagery and great rhythm.
...all the bobs before commenting on any, and this is my favorite. While perfectly maintaining required form, Angeline goes beyond with line spillovers that are stunning.
This is one to study!
a big band feel to the jazz for me. Excellent music in the words, splashing in the lines. Well done.
jim : )