First twitch of a full motion
goes unnoticed.
Like a signal in foreign tongue
frantic SOS
Tapping small fires to spark the pyre.
Movement begins
Rising and falling
Breathing and unraveling...
Dancing.
A sudden stutter places itself
Into a rhythm only one alone can feel.
Percussion interrupts brain patterns
with the libations of groove...
Groove baby
shake a hip,
tap that toe...
take a hit off this jazz
You know.
Feels like standing in winter
during summer.
Chilly and sweaty.
Subliminal. Tinny...
Yeah....
Stumbling into the periodicity of its trap
Is a committed abandon of any chance
at boring.
No Mrs. Mundane.
This bass is not for the feint.
It\'s an IV drip to your soul train.
A liquid hit to the main vein.
That one.
The central nerve.
Adjust the dose
and increase the reverb.
Suddenly you\'re in ecstasy,
blending in with the music
and it\'s plasticity.
This is hot baby
Fire!
and your the VIP
Trip the light fantastic
Grab ahold of me.
Lets shake these worn out midnight blues
fill the halls
of exhaustion
with our dancing shoes.
Jazz.
Slips wisdom from wit
feels like a great leather coat
that still fits.
Pronouncing youth
Formally
In every intonation
Glory.
Groove baby.
Soul lives in the cracks of every
worn out pavement.
Soul lives in the sounds of every child.
In the movement of every creature
running wild.
Soul. Sounds.
Like jazz.