Riding On A Swing

 

The guys are in the groove tonight
swinging smoothly, hard and tight,
like a well-tuned engine's song
in six parts, plays clear and strong
as you take your seat, belt out the beat,
beat those keys like tough old meat,
take that horn and make it cry,
cry like you're about to die,
swish those cymbals, crack that snare,
lay the floor with deep bass tones,
keep the beat and join six minds -- yeah,
the guys are really in the groove tonight.

 


© David Nourse 2010

 

 

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