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Daht Cahm · 03-05-2008, 08:32 PM

Sun bathed in Charlie Parker
It’s melodic sex to your ears for starters
It’s like passion’s hateful ejaculation
Just a little bit harder…
…To fathom
Listened to Jazz from the back days,
You know those energetically relaxed days
Beautiful contradictions as the Moody Blues track plays
Dancing circles on my eyelids through those black shades
… I was addicted
Candy cigarettes to make it seem a bit more real,
Epileptic feet the tap along it’s so surreal
Lactating at the thought that the music of my fingers on brass
Would make some feel
… Finally alive
Such a kindred nation,
Not now Jenny the little Kenny G’s splendor patience
The needle on vinyl made me spin with the ‘cool’ that was this lost generation
… Engulf me
Even before I’d heard of sex
I was erupting eargasms in my turtle neck
Wondering what the synthesizer would murder next
… Can’t lose Jazz
Lots of hands ratta tat tat off plenty knees it‘s,
obsessive like penny treat shit
Let me see this,
Every breath that sneaks from my lungs wreaks of Kenny G hits
… Can’t you see it?
Making your fingertips coom right?
Brighter than sunshine more beautiful than moon light
And soon I, wallow in laughter in a Jazz Goons night
… Absorb it
Hotter than those June nights, I’m full of it
Low notes to high tops pull it quick
Daydreams abruptly stop once that bullet hits
… This is war
Those childhood days are gone
One last chance to play my song
And though the situation may be wrong
… It’s time for music
The sweat glistens around my throat
And my M-4 sings LOUD tossing rounds like notes
And like the legends of Jazz you’ll bleed the sounds it throws
… Listen for it
And my instrument and I may never stand again
So insurgents my crowd and the sand’s my stage
Body’s drop from these notes that this man plays
… I can’t be imitated
Was told don’t copy make music that’s your own
Center mass as these jazz cats extract your dome
Cause black metal and carbon… that’s my saxophone
… Now it’s clear
This song of patriotism in all it’s splenders
One last note the enemy’s soul it enters
I am a legend.. And my music will be remembered
…. Play with me

03-05-2008, 08:32 PM	#4 (permalink)
Daht Cahm The Poster Child Join Date: Feb 2008 Posts: 143	Sun bathed in Charlie Parker It’s melodic sex to your ears for starters It’s like passion’s hateful ejaculation Just a little bit harder… …To fathom Listened to Jazz from the back days, You know those energetically relaxed days Beautiful contradictions as the Moody Blues track plays Dancing circles on my eyelids through those black shades … I was addicted Candy cigarettes to make it seem a bit more real, Epileptic feet the tap along it’s so surreal Lactating at the thought that the music of my fingers on brass Would make some feel … Finally alive Such a kindred nation, Not now Jenny the little Kenny G’s splendor patience The needle on vinyl made me spin with the ‘cool’ that was this lost generation … Engulf me Even before I’d heard of sex I was erupting eargasms in my turtle neck Wondering what the synthesizer would murder next … Can’t lose Jazz Lots of hands ratta tat tat off plenty knees it‘s, obsessive like penny treat shit Let me see this, Every breath that sneaks from my lungs wreaks of Kenny G hits … Can’t you see it? Making your fingertips coom right? Brighter than sunshine more beautiful than moon light And soon I, wallow in laughter in a Jazz Goons night … Absorb it Hotter than those June nights, I’m full of it Low notes to high tops pull it quick Daydreams abruptly stop once that bullet hits … This is war Those childhood days are gone One last chance to play my song And though the situation may be wrong … It’s time for music The sweat glistens around my throat And my M-4 sings LOUD tossing rounds like notes And like the legends of Jazz you’ll bleed the sounds it throws … Listen for it And my instrument and I may never stand again So insurgents my crowd and the sand’s my stage Body’s drop from these notes that this man plays … I can’t be imitated Was told don’t copy make music that’s your own Center mass as these jazz cats extract your dome Cause black metal and carbon… that’s my saxophone … Now it’s clear This song of patriotism in all it’s splenders One last note the enemy’s soul it enters I am a legend.. And my music will be remembered …. Play with me Last edited by Daht Cahm; 03-05-2008 at 08:44 PM.