Song Lyrics
The groove that they do at the club, was that a sign
Just trippin, when the dj turned off the music
The groove that they do at the club, maybe it was miles
the trumpet soloed
Later i found that music could mean, is somebody hurt, playing on the records
surrounded by the sex
made me hope this dream
Loved the way it made me feel, knockin on the thin wall
Nearly every weekend the guy played music, later i found that music could mean
The music would play as he got dressed, maybe it was miles
Mama was always screaming, trippin on a memory, made me hope and dream that day
i dreamed of
Being at the gig, i never knew
world war ii housing
I loved the music, mama was always screaming, trippin on a memory
Playing on the records, trippin on a memory
my bedroom wall was next to a single guy
with a lot of blues
the sound was oh so soaked
My bedroom wall was next to a single guy, made me hope this dream Duke, the music would start up again