Legends in our own time, recalling music of yesterday,
bringing it vividly into our minds.
Rhythm moving and rocking inside, turning life into a
space of happiness, delaying old age for moments in
time.
Sparkling pictures spreading grins from ear to ear,
feelings electrically filling our souls.
Gathering thoughts into movements as they step and
glide across the floor.
Blues Brothers with microphones in hand, traipsing
around the room, filling everyone with joyful scenery
to look back upon when they are home alone later on.
Rhythmically, remembering ideally, in hearts of
peaceful endurance.
Solitarily providing entertainment from within them,
their enthusiasm overflows and covers everyone with
joy.
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