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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=575525" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Blues, The Jazz, The City</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The city is jazz under neon lights<br>The jazz is blues stoned<br>And the city never forgets this<br>Like the heart never forgets to pulse <br>And the stars never forget to shine in the night<br>But it takes jazz to move it, to move it all<br>So the jazz is the beat that always burns<br>So the heavens continue to shine on and shine all</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The jazz soothes the souls of the children<br>Though the city is old, the jazz is young<br>Thus the jazz, fast and heavy, radiates the city<br>She returns her to her ember glow in night</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The city is high on the hill and low in the valley <br>She is the heart, the blessed nectar, the blossom shower<br>The jazz glows in prosperous tombs<br>She serves the crashing wave of the monsoon, to the city's bay, to the ancient harbor, across bold rivers, to lakes nestled in the safety of moors and battlefields, and sings to the forest and soaks the timber and every reborn city is cloaked in the fingertip of jazz<br>Since jazz destroys and creates, it is the fire, and so the smoke rises higher<br>Hark the newborn guff of jazz<br>The baptized funeral pyre</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hench jazz is the gospel, the good news<br>She returns though, always to the blues<br>Love the blue lady, her old cracked voice<br>The blues, the jazz, and the lady unite<br>To the bravery of her song she sang to the evil eyes of the Kodak dragon whose hair in the hiding bear under masks of hatred<br>The jealous lair, the haunt of despair<br>And jazz shines on, they can't stop her <br>The lady of the city sings to the farm<br>No choir can match the timbre of the lady <br>My first love,<br>She shines on for me when I am sad, through me in melancholy <br>And we join in joy, the lady sees all, feels all, and sings on<br>Rambunctious be the lady, the city, the blues<br>Who beat for hearts at night</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> From the slide trombone, the tut-tut-tut of the mighty snare<br>The brass milieu for brighter days and neon lights <br>The whimper<br>The whimper of the stand-up bass, who carries the beat, the jazz, the blues, the night<br>In your arms I am safe and sound, the sounds who hold me tight<br>And above all, upon the highest peak, the great black giants, the black hands and breath of jazz, food for the soul and fodder, who inspire all in the world<br>But the two giants upon the highest mountain compete for the night and walk away friends as we do<br>They too are the shine, the noble sheen, and while the lady sings, they dance, the boozers hound and prance, the lovers kneel and romance and the giants push the pebbles from beneath their mountain feet</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who knows how many souls the jazz saved, but I know she saved mine<br>The giants, trumpet and sax, and even the sweet other of New Orleans, a trumpet and voice, a demigod, and every other band and face and time<br>So the jazz soothed them too to be saved, as they played, we all played, and jazz shines for the night<br>And Jack drew the map in sketches, he saw the jazz, but the jazz sees all, and saves all who smile upon her because she loves all, but can only save those who hear her call because she is human<br>She is so human <br>She is the city of light of darkest night</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But most of all I think on the lady<br>The lady is the city, sitting pretty, in a jam<br>The jam<br>The beat<br>The jazz <br>The lady<br>The city<br>The blues<br>Pushed forward by strongest beat, what a feat, and the children eat their meat<br>And meet those they should, the jazz rumbles on, singing the song, nothing wrong<br>And the lady smiles always because she is the beat of my heart, my soul<br>She blooms my flower<br>She waves my sound <br>She smiles<br>Smiles<br>The lady<br>With her cracked somber voice of the blues, the city, and jazz<br>She the great bell, cracked, she chimes for liberty, she chimes for freedom of the endless soul she saves<br>And the giants steamroll her, the angel ember young<br>And she flies in heaven where she belongs, singing for the city, the blues, the jazz<br>And love</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jay+Bradley">Jay Bradley</a><div class=q>
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The jazz is blues stoned
And the city never forgets this
Like the heart never forgets to pulse 
And the stars never forget to shine in the night
But it takes jazz to move it, to move it all
So the jazz is the bea..."></div>
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