THE WEARY BLUES
Droning a drowsy syncopated tune, Rocking back and forth to a mellow croon, I heard a Negro play.
Down on Lenox Avenue the other night By the pale dull pallor of an old gas light He did a lazy sway … He did a lazy sway … To [...]
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THE WEARY BLUES Droning a drowsy syncopated tune, Rocking back and forth to a mellow croon, I heard a Negro play. Down on Lenox Avenue the other night By the pale dull pallor of an old gas light He did a lazy sway … He did a lazy sway … To [...] Sitting in the dark, avoiding sleep … listening to podcasts of old “This American Life” episodes … pondering why people (and not just sk-HAWT) think that poetry is weird, but really get into music and lyrics; especially since lyrics are simply poetry set to melody. Okay, sure, for some people music isn’t about the words, [...] |
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