Sometimes I think the desire to be free
That love of rock music
Goes back
Goes black
And there is a slave
At the hands of Beethoven
And we end up
Back in black
Hit the sack
Punch the bag
I'm glad to be back
Let loose
From that noose
A big project
It seems
Getting on with our freedom
Playing the blues
And loving that music
Celebrating with Jazz :-)
PS: To make sense of this, I am watching Ken Burns history of Jazz.
That love of rock music
Goes back
Goes black
And there is a slave
At the hands of Beethoven
And we end up
Back in black
Hit the sack
Punch the bag
I'm glad to be back
Let loose
From that noose
A big project
It seems
Getting on with our freedom
Playing the blues
And loving that music
Celebrating with Jazz :-)
PS: To make sense of this, I am watching Ken Burns history of Jazz.
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