I saw a program today about the jazz in New Orleans and how the pandemic has effected it.
Playing For Me
© 2022 Cindy Prince
I see them marching
Swaying, swaying
They have trumpets
Playing, playing
I feel the vibrations
Thumping, thumping
My heart in rhythm
Pumping, pumping
Chorus
Yet I look down the streets
Of the Big Easy
There seems to be no one in sight
More lockdown again
Everyone is uneasy
But I still hear them and I sigh
Jazz music can never die
Bridge
I feel the pulse
Across the city
I close my eyes
Yet I can see
They're all around
Playing for me
I sense they're here
Blowing blowing
All the blessed tunes
Growing, growing
I know this jazz
Zinging, zinging
Lifting up and out
Singing, singing
Repeat chorus
@roddy Feb 2022
Great ideas here. I can hear the music far off then getting louder. I'd be happy to do some music for them.
@musicsongwriter Feb 2022
Yes, looks like it. So it's jazz time on Sunday. Cool lyrics Cindy. Very well written. They are singing from the page.