Jungle nights in Harlem dancing in the streets Duke Ellington band
playing that syncopated beat.
Across the Harlem rooftops and down in the bars and speaks
the music all around us the fun is there to seek.
Black renaissance dancers dance to a creole band, tall, tan, and terrific
those girls from Dixieland.
Harlem was romantic, and strong hard and cold
but the rhythm seeping through you soothes the restless soul...........
If the true purpose of life is to live life to the full.
You fulfilled that purpose........
Our wonderful boy.
and then perhaps not think of her in a Basque with stocking tops.
In the doctors surgery reclining upon a couch, with eyes so dark
and crow black hair and painted lips that she would pout.
And Madammselle Brigitte or BB as she was known, with sultry eyes
and sulky lips mon coeur bat pour toi, you belle fille, who I worshiped.
So its goodbye Norma Jeane and the seven year itch, standing over the
subway grating our lives you did enrich.
But to have one more adventure, one more roll of the dice,
one last chance to embrace that feeling, that feeling of
the chase, before I'm lost forever in the shadow of timeless space..........
There no getting over this I've nothing to say,
not a thing I can do to keep sadness at bay.
I find I can't laugh but it's easy to cry,
I cry for myself on that I can't lie.
There's a pain in my heart I just want to scream,
the only thing left for me is to sleep and to dream.
So I just dream of a world I once knew,
clocks don't turn back so I dream dreams of you.....
Tulips stand in silent watch over flora entombed in winter, waiting for springs gaudy hues, pinks, purple, yellows, and blues. Winter Jasmine blooms soon go but tulip petals defy the frost but all too soon they're lost.
This tulip is made to last come summer heat or winter's blast, when leaves do fall in wintry weather and the summer birds have fled. This tulip will stay for winter just because it's made from lead.........
From the top of the bus I could see the dancing and music that night.
This is how I remember it though I know this picture's not right.
In my first year as a teenager I was wanting but not knowing of what?
Sitting on the bus in traffic through a window this image I got.
In the youth club they were dancing and it spilled into the street.
They whirled and twirled as he held her, Oh to have been him on that night.
So in my mind's eye I have changed it from that street to a Parisian night.
With a jazz band playing hot numbers with the type of girls that I liked.....
