Let Them Call It Jazz

from Good Morning, Midnight by Becky Becky

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Shut me in. Shut the damn devils out. They can’t reach me now. Outside my window, I hear a sad song. A voice crying out. There’s nothing quite like this hell of lying broken down in this cheap hotel. We all dream of escape here. I don’t care. I’ll dream the hardest. One day I shall hear this song on trumpets and these walls will fall and rest. Nothing on but the radio when I fist hear that sweet, sweet sound. Lying on the bed with you, brand new. My hand is your hand. I don’t know if I love you yet, but I know I like you more than any man I’ve ever met. Music fills the room like smoke as you join me undressed. That song playing on trumpets and the walls fall and rest. Out there, people have hearts like stone. Pay you a grand for a kiss and a korona for your soul. I sold both many times to men who only love when they betray their wives. That song isn’t quite in tune. That’s not how I like it best. Let me hear it on trumpets and let these walls fall and rest. Let them play it on trumpets. Let them play it wrong. Let them call it jazz. Let them call it what they want.

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from Good Morning, Midnight, released May 1, 2014

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Literary-inspired electro-synth-pop duo Gemma L Williams & Peter J D Mason.

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