Flying high on a bit of love and laughter
and you just never surrender to the sounds. 
And me well hey what’s it all about
nothing happen here so I’ll just fade away. 

“Doesn’t matter much” mumbled under raspy voice with a touch
of somethin or other weird ass’d mix of smoke and wine…the illegal kind.

I’m goin to sit over here and watch the show
while the fool juggles distant voices
that roar in his damn head.

“…yo, hey, yo over there what’s happenin my friend?”
Drawn out slur.

“Ha, you fool!”
Shouted back like an echo bouncing off the walls of a dark abyss.

“…nothin left to do but hum a few tunes about the flip side of the blues
…march on sista!”

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