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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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