Music soothes the savage beast.
That's what Grandma used to say.
If true than dance surely at the least
Must be able to save any bad day.
Maybe another world can take this on
Be the hero of this song,
I'll brush the hair,I'll hold the words
I'll take it home and on holiday,
THE COTTON CLUB ~ 1930's ~ BRIANODES
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It's down in Harlem ~ Darrrrrrrrlin
A place were my Grandparents went
Dancin' an' Hoppin' an Jivin' an'Poppin'
'Til all o' their dollars were spent
Duke Ellington ~ Satchmo ~ hot on the horn
That the place with the silk and the lace
Where CHARLSTON / BLACK BOTTOMl was born
An' you could dance dance dance 'til dawn !
Bootleg booze and a room full o' Flooze
My Granpappy avoided temptation
An' Granma did not let him dance loose
When Black Bottoms caught his attention
Dear Old Grandpop ~ he loved Lindy Hop
And Bo Jangles who tipped~tapped away
But Granma knew when to tell him to STOP
When his Thoughts got carried away !
Almost in a trance ~ He would DANCE DANCE DANCE !
- Authors: BeckyJo, Samreen Chowdhury, BRIANSODES
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- Finished: February 26th, 2017 15:30
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- Comment from author about the poem: Have fun! Think about how dancing makes you feel and flow.
- Category: Reflection
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Great representation of dance
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