umm 1949 jazz club maybe?

The Way

The masters Black Smoke Marbolos faster now

The Music (through the filter) is clearer now

The Music is Jazzier Now

And the Music is Louder Now

And the Music is Louder Now

And the Music is Louder Now

Cacophony is the name of the Girl and I want her

Cacophony is the name of the Girl and I want her

Cacophony is the name of the Girl and I want her

to sit on my Piano in her silk Dress

I want her to Stroke the Piano in her Silk Dress

I want her to Touch (with Red-polished fingernails) the (Black-Polished) Piano in her (Aqua) Silken Dress

And the Music is Louder now

And the Music is Clearer Now

And the Music is Jazzier Now

And the Music is Blonde

Blonde Music drips from the piano Now

Her Blonde Music gifts the Piano Gold

Her pursed Cherry Lips, part sweet fruit sugars across the crowd

Now her hair buxomest and overfloweth the audience

Now her singing deepens to the piano’s deep, talk’s soul into the piano

And Now the girl sings louder now the girl sings lower now

the master puffs his black smoke up and the hall is all Made As One.