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Blue Notes

Rating: 5.0

Bar-room murmurs a dripping beat,
loud with sounding brass
and heavy metal thunder.

Lightening up in perfumed clouds
of illicit smoke
we badmouth in street talk
this lifeless life.

Poor art. Poor you. Poor me.

Pour me. Pour over me
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Tailor Bell 10 October 2006

what a great atmosphere you spin here...can just hear the music. -Tailor

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Can't fault this Jimmy. Great stuff. So evocative and in the tone of blues...

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