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  • It was back in ’72, he says

    as if he could possibly have been there

    Crystal noise in summer silence, oooh the Chick Chick Chick vibration, he says

    covering his lie up with a quick rhapsody

    His stories are never true

    but they make good music

    It’s all about impro’, he says

    before stealing a kiss

    I slap his hand and he laughs, saying:

    breaking the rules is what makes it jazz, babe

    I’m thinking about leaving this city for good, he says

    I don’t believe him

    He hits a low key, asks if I’ll come with him

    I say no and he grins

    then wraps me up in a sad melody

    His love is never true

    but it makes good music

    (What will I do with this piano if he really means to leave?)

    Better the night than this sad afternoon

    we’re caught between our words

    and he starts to play a wild melody

    Desire and sadness make good, good music

    and I’m beginning to think I may have been there myself, back in ‘72

    I feel the Chick Chick Chick vibration

    He’s breaking all the rules; this must be jazz

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