It Was Here
(the first place)
Every night I wake up, in the first place we made love.
The first place we fought - The first place we made up.
The first place, cause, it was here that music saved us.
It was here that I played “Lust”, my favorite record.
It was here that I savored nectars, of a goddess in flesh.
It was here that I promised to protect her honor & respect.
Then she promised the same, through the fire & storms,
But it was here, one cold night, that I died in her arms.
I play my heart out, while my spirit speaks
& as I pluck the fender, she hears it weep
It was here that it happened, in this dusty old jazz club.
I filled my glass cup, right after my 3 songs wrapped up.
I laughed cause is was bittersweet that I was here alone.
My love was sick, & decided that she would stay home.
So as the next band played on, I got my jacket & hat.
I left, but didn’t remember my guitar until after the fact.
So I had to turn back, I couldn't leave my new fender.
I was feet from the club door when I saw a guy enter.
He had a hunched back & seemed to be a bit high, but,
I thought nothing of it, so I reentered the nightclub.
When I entered, the hunchback was robbing the place.
The door scared him, so he fired, & I was shot in the face.
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I remember opening an eye & my girl was holding me,
But with a hollow tip in your cheek, your focus flees.
I blinked in & out, to the soundtrack of her crying.
She got there before the cops, & watched me dying.
Her face was a red mess & she held me, seeping tears.
I looked in her bright eyes & felt death creeping near.
She tried to keep me awake by shaking my head.
She looked at me, then looked around the club & said:
“Do you remember? This was first place we made love.
The first place we fought - The first place we made up.
The first place, cause, It was here that music saved us.
Baby, It was here that I said ‘through the fire & storms’.
&, trust, It is here that I will not let you die in my arms.”
She cried and cried, & the memory is still sad, today.
I nodded at her, then I closed my eyes & passed away
I play my heart out, while my spirit speaks
& as I pluck the fender, she hears it weep
Now, my ghost comes back, every night, to raise the club.
I play my heart out, in attempts to serenade my love.
She’d never returned here, but I call her with my music.
I infuse it with all my heart & signature jazz influence,
& after years, she walked into this club, heeding my spirit.
She walked in crying, with a music sheet, reading my lyrics.
Years of playing had finally lured her back here to me.
She didn’t see my ghost, but she could hear me speak.
& she heard me ask for one last dance with my love.
Then I whispered into her ear: “It all began in this club.
Do you remember? This was the first place we made love.
The first place we fought - The first place we made up.
The first place, cause, It was here that music saved us.
Baby, It was here that you said ‘through the fire & storms’
& It was here, one cold night, that I died in your arms.”
I wiped her eyes & asked her to please not cry today.
Then, my spirit embraced her, & we danced the night away
I play my heart out, while my spirit speaks
& as I pluck the fender, she hears it weep
I would play & play, as the years would flee
But now I'm fine, cause she's here with me
Life
Death
Music
Love
It was here.
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