Pray tell me sir is this an age music sound were to here
a distant drum from bassoon was music was so clear and yet
the tone that my ear here is piercing b sharp

music rocks the audience sound's are cannot even here the girls screamed
funny looking hairy weirdo's the like I have ever seen , the band was soul
and instrument played had a hypo tonic melody you remember all day

dizzy Gillespie , fats , Louie , gave rhythm a new name , the blues
you listened to a beat that the walk a straight line , crime , passion
racialism was gone , the blacks musicians , gave a soul of movement
in tone

please do call today musicians are crime of murdering my ears my
sacrifice for my lovely daughters is taking them to concerts of 40 decibels
shrinking of my ears , drive is music louder than the first , thank god for
ear- plugs

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