He was an easy man, a clever man, a good one.
He liked the right things, enjoyed the fair things, nice doings.
He lived the good way, the hard way, strong thoughts.
He was said the man-making-words, or so.
Was just the being man.
He deserved to grow up, deserved to exist, he was sure.
He was growing up, even existing. He was totally sure!
He lived among the others, withing the world.
He used to speak to his fellas, his beloveds...
Was just the being man.
And he knows perfectly how to love, how to make love.
And he was out his cavern to ensure he's, he can't be, just the being man.
And he knows exactly how to love, how to recieve love.
And he was out his bottle, his moat, to ensure he's, he can't be, just the being man.
I've been a follower of Jazz/Rock, Fusion or whetever you may like to call it since the earlt 1970's. A lot of modern music of this type lacks the melody that makes this so appealing. meanunclek