He like to frequent this club down up on 36th.
Pimps and thangs like to hang outside and cuss for kicks...
Talking to no one in particular, they say "the baddest I am tonight"
Four-letter words are seldom heard with such dignity and bite.
All the poets and the part-time singers always hang inside
Live music from a band plays a song called "Soul Psychodelicide".
The song's a year long and had been playing for months when he
walked into the place.
No one seemed to care, an introverted this-is-it look on most of their faces.
Up on the mic repeating two words, over and over again
Was this woman he had never noticed before he lost himself in the
Articulated manner in which she said them.
These two words, a little bit behind the beat.
I mean just enough to turn u on.
For everytime she said the words another one of his doubts were gone.
Should he try to rap with her? Should he stand and stare?
No one else was watching her, she didn't seem to care.
So over and over, she said the words 'til he could take no more.
He dragged her from the stage and together they ran through the back door
In the alley over by the curb he said tell me what's your name
She only said the words again and it started to rain
Two words falling between the drops and the moans of his condition
Holding someone is truly believing there's joy in repetition.
credits
from Songs To Live By,
released January 1, 2004
Guitars: Aaron Lebos
Fender Rhodes, Organ: Brian Wolfe
Bass: Mike Rens
Drums: David Jody Hill
Percussion: Ignacio Nunez
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Willow led me here! Pilentze Pee via Mir Stanke Le. The opening quotes in the description about sounds and the voice as an instrument resonate strongly with me.
My first intro to Agnes Obel and the Late Night Tales series, what a phenomenal idea! Love the mix of selections and original material, Bee Dance packs so much punch for its track length zephyr707