Saturday 30 June 2012

SpeakEasy; (or Base Jack Chords)


Base jack chords

For the r 'n b hoards

Come ripping through the cellar bar roof

Slicing like swords

Creaky wooden floor boards

House shaking like a comedy spoof


Cool is a given

Feel the spine tingling rhythm

Take over

From percussion soaked highs

Check out the moves

To the dirt beat grooves

It's a dark den of secrets and lies


Smoky neon moods

Killing neighbourhood feuds 

All the whiskey lounge lizards hang low

There's a dusky ice glare

In tobacco fumed air

Bodies rocking on the tables full flow


The band stops jamming

When the gramophone's slamming

Soul sonic like a new romance 

Half-cut mothers

And blues hound brothers

Hot jacking in a boogaloo trance

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