Walking Down The Street On All Saints Day

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Walking down the street on All Saints Day
Victrolas on display at the corner store
Aflirtatious greeting with the local beauty
She always smiles, but never asks for more
You’ve created another aura within her
Casting her a red-blooded in your pulp fantasy
A polite lady with those vicious high heels
Mental interludes without consent, it seems to me
Take your dreams & exit stage left
You tried to court &failed, life’s not fair
Let a true gentleman whisper elegant words
She’ll open up her passion, exposing her silky pair

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Life Is Funny That Way

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Life is funny that way
Exposed from the inside out
Natural rules in the darkness
Sullen secrets they’re willing to tout
But claw your way past the nonsense
Clear their voices out of your eyes
There’s a truth within your heart
Cling to it, before it withers & dies

Listening To The Right Music

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Listening to the right music
Will transform your soul to proper dimensions
Learning from those who have gone before you
Charging forth long into the fray against discretion
The latitude of the beat filtered through your mind
Exposing truth from down deep within your perception

Picking Up My Girl Along The Way

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Picking up my girl along the way
A short enough skirt that’ll surely tease
Soft tones upon the extinguished day
Wine & song that I might forever please
Snapping fingers & popping buttons
Ample latitude that I might play her fool
Admittedly; for her touch I’m a glutton
My own words reveal me to be still uncool
My ravishing mettle giving her just cause
Subtly picking up her heels and hemline
This rakish spirit providing her pause
Exposing joy & unadulterated sunshine

Revealing Our Secrets

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Revealing our secrets
Like what’s between the cushions
The skeletons come dancin’
Down in the groove: straight ambushin’
Shaking’ their bones in colorful Chucks
With nothin’ to hide in the light of the moon
Stripped of clothing & pretense; we’re all exposed
Together truthfully, finally singin’ the same sweet tune

I’m Working On A Deliberate Sound

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I’m working on a deliberate sound

Tracking a feeling I’ve never found

Filtering & distilling a final abstract

Like passion was some sort of artifact

They’re still searching for their good luck

Let us dance holes in our old school Chucks

No need to worry about their errant thoughts

Let me strip naked – for I’m kinda hot

The beat down to your toes

Secrets of my soul, I’ll cautiously expose

She’s Watching Me

She’s watching me
Trying to act shy & coy
She wants me to think
I’ll be her very first boy
She’s loving me
Sold on a negative trip
Acting so confident
Notice her exposed slip
She’s needing me
What a beautiful mess
Pick up her dreams
& her fallen dress