“Put me in that place. Make me sway, baby.”
Sax liltin up and over notes. Bass could be playin itself.
“Yes baby, I’ll take you there. We can swing through the air.”
Dusty lights packed together tonight.
High school lived through grainy musicals. Greased hair and cigarette sleeves, and girls sing alone in their rooms at night. The picture quality makes no difference. “To know, know, know him is to love him.”
The Christ child threatens to burst in dark undertones shock-waving through the forests of history. A flash of starlight unfolds. A melody. A moment of rapture lost again.
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