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The Last of the Row
Miscellaneous
It's Four Days
The city sleeps and in a dark place by the sea
A jazz musician is playing
You look towards me and in your tired eyes I can see
that there is a woman's name written.
Notes of fire come from her guitar;
The crystal chords, towards eternity
Old love songs, old poems.
Between the smoke and the alcohol, the night sounds like jazz.
The city sleeps and a black girl enters the bar
She seems drunk - let's see who isn't
She shouts that white people smell bad
Light years of loneliness, remember me when I leave.
The sea kisses the gray sand and in the city the night sings
There are four days, the night sings.
Sitting in a corner watching two cats frolic
Sad image to be king of creation,
While a jazz musician plays.
Notes of fire come from his guitar;
The crystal chords, towards eternity
Old love songs, old poems
Between the smoke and the alcohol, the night sounds like jazz.
Light years of loneliness , remember me when I'm gone
The sea kisses the gray sand and in the city the night sings.
There are four days, the night sings...