Bourbon street jazz band silhouette

With the finest sounds you’ll never regret

Blown out in syncopation

Yearned for in the greatest anticipation

Yearned for like an aural comfort food

That nourishes my soul while sounding so good

It’s a lyrical pursuit of gingered finger snaps

Electrified into meaningful steel toed taps

Cakewalked into moments of sympathy

Played out whether solo or in symphony

There is just within the band’s dark shadow

That beat that hits me like a tale that tattles

Just like the very first day I heard in silhouette

That funky sound that I know I’ll never regret

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