Pumping me with its rhythm
entrancing me with its odd time
this jazz is bringing me to life
Pulsating fast in my mind..
Backbeats spurning me to feel
Oh the Crescendo
Carries me so far that I can’t let go
Swing, taking me high
Blues whenever I’m brought low;
In the days gone past
I was never prepared for all that jazz…
sweetly, softly… singing.
No autotune but tuned to me automatically
knots tie in my belly, wringing ever at me
They speak, they talk to me
whether silent or screaming into dreams
they talk, and tease me.
They invite me to a familiar territory
That feels so right but just isn’t real
The bass player keeps time with my heartbeat
as I struggle to breathe…
Escape, liberty, alive,
acceptance.. these tones they never hide
It flows, it shows wherever I roam
surround me and trap my soul.
Yet somehow they stop me when I’m just about to crash.
There’s just no way to describe how it moves me
But I just can’t walk away…
It strings me along
High, slow, LOUD! fast…
You’re never really prepared
For all that jazz.