Color: Red Violet
Dec. 31, 2010
Song: "Be" Common

I'm into this new SOUL band
A new groove music.
Drummin' you can feel
thump in yo ass.
This band has been around
but people keep sleepin' on it.
Group can't get a GOOD deal to save their lives.
Can't get a done deal till it feels right.

They don't settle.
They practice.
They play.
They promise a good show
EVERY night.
This band of funkmasters…
of heart breakers…
of love makers…
are the real shit…
and you know this.

Allow me to introduce you to the band:

On drums: Love.
Keeping beat
Keeping time
Laying the foundation
Remaining steady
And ready.
Love is the heartbeat of the band
And moves on
four four,
three four,
two four
Even five four
But always on time
In time.

On guitar: Infatuation.
Wobbly and funky
Striking the
In its own melody.
Riffin wild
The rebel of the group,
Infatuation is a wannabe star.

On bass: Compassion.
Quiet and low
The foundation of flighty infatuation
Not flashy at all
Brother of the driving drum
He's got a sweet and low hum
Thump and bump
Helping the sounds of love
Makin' it all funky
And true.

On the keys: Passion.
Light touches
Sweet tones
Soft moans
at fingertips.
She can close her eyes
and feel
from memory
all the right keys.
A Nat King Cole glide
A Herbie Hancock slide
Nina Simone inside
pushin' petals
open and away.

Freedom's Fire and Desire Horns Section
Trumpet: Bliss
Bone: Ecstasy
Sax: Lust
Tossin' caution
Like a shiny lucky penny
In a wishing well,
The Classy brass of Fire and Desire
Swoons and bends freely
And without apology.
They know they can
Titillate and tease
With every flick of the tongue.
Serenading sugary soul
Blowing gentle breezes
Of rapture
We know freedom
and fearless amour.

Trumpet lips press together
Performing a most blissful kiss.
The Bone's long stroke
giving rise
in divine ecstasy.
The sexy sax
with its lusty lullaby.

Together they play
making all swell and sway
Swinging easy hips
in hands
of masters.

This funky mix play private parties
and gardens.
They charge nothing to experience them live,
Screaming fans escalate
in the night wind whispers
If you listen to the world,
and with your heart,
You can hear the band
giving one of their infamously brilliant shows.
If you paid a cent,
You've paid a cent too much.
But when they are done
And have moved on
The price of never having danced to their rhythms
Is far too heavy to pay
Or put on layaway.
So find your partner.
And sit close
If you don't dance.
This group goes on again in five...
This band called Romance.

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