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Abraxis
I
dark jazzy keys
bass rhythms stroll beside congas bells chimes
cymbals punctuate chords
howling like jungle creatures
ethereal fusion
II
sensual black magic woman
got me so blind i can’t see
her magic tricks spells charms
ecstatic sounds pulsing throbbing
bewitching gypsy queen
III
listen listen listen
feel the rhythm
let feet move move move
just feel it feel it feel it
flow with it go with it
IV
soil bathed with haitian sweat
must offer no sustenance
napolean’s army met bodies in heaps
scorched earth vision of hell leading to defeat
by papa touissant’s self-freed slaves
V
methedrine cadence
downhill racer out of control
headed for danger until
it’s over it’s over it’s over
it’s over it’s over it’s over
VI
what happened to you?
your mamma’s not so bad
now i got a woman who treats me better
your stupid games are over
and you’re left standing in the corner
VII
a samba for you
smooth sexy latin groove
sensual hips swaying
sound so sweet
tears fall every time
VIII
eyes fade as mind fills with tears
waiting for sunshine seeing only glare
looking outward nothings really there
hope you feel better
with diamonds in place of friends
IX
tribal drums beating
singers chanting
let’s go let’s go let’s go chepito
fading parade dancing joyfully toward the beach
© 2020
dark jazzy keys
bass rhythms stroll beside congas bells chimes
cymbals punctuate chords
howling like jungle creatures
ethereal fusion
II
sensual black magic woman
got me so blind i can’t see
her magic tricks spells charms
ecstatic sounds pulsing throbbing
bewitching gypsy queen
III
listen listen listen
feel the rhythm
let feet move move move
just feel it feel it feel it
flow with it go with it
IV
soil bathed with haitian sweat
must offer no sustenance
napolean’s army met bodies in heaps
scorched earth vision of hell leading to defeat
by papa touissant’s self-freed slaves
V
methedrine cadence
downhill racer out of control
headed for danger until
it’s over it’s over it’s over
it’s over it’s over it’s over
VI
what happened to you?
your mamma’s not so bad
now i got a woman who treats me better
your stupid games are over
and you’re left standing in the corner
VII
a samba for you
smooth sexy latin groove
sensual hips swaying
sound so sweet
tears fall every time
VIII
eyes fade as mind fills with tears
waiting for sunshine seeing only glare
looking outward nothings really there
hope you feel better
with diamonds in place of friends
IX
tribal drums beating
singers chanting
let’s go let’s go let’s go chepito
fading parade dancing joyfully toward the beach
© 2020
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