waiting for the second set
the cymbals have a problem
the strings have snapped
bass is deep in the Jack Daniel's
keyboard is deep in funk
the night air is cool out back
cicadas waiting for the last note
why did this music adopt me
to play memory in the key of dreams
as a boy I played with chameleons
at night I watched the sky turning
we're almost ready to go on
the wind tells me nothing
the wind tells me nothing
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