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Languid Velvet Goddess
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Jazza Diction refuses to color in the lines. This diverse group boasts the best in Word Jazz and likes to stretch out on occasion to promote the idea that music
Jazza Diction refused to color in the lines. We boasts the best in word jazz and liked to stretch out on occasion to promote the idea that music is music, Daddy-O! After three EP's and two LP's, the band parted company due to artistic differences, but aimably. Brian, Don, Ray and Tim still perform as Storm Train and I (Jef) am looking to revive Jazza Diction with new musicians.
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Genre
Jazz • Jazz General
Charts
#6,450 today Peak #60
#1,889 in subgenre Peak #11
Author
Jef Peace - words, Jazza Diction - music
Rights
2001
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August 23, 2004
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MP3 4.7 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
I (Jef Peace) went to the refrigerator to get creamer one morning and the words "the languid velvet goddess" (my wife and I have a set of "refrigerator poetry" magnets). I chuckled and added the words "brings a lusty blush." The next morning, the line "the languid velvet goddess brings lusty blush to her sausage boy" was staring me in the face and I just had to write another poem using this line as the "hook." I'll leave it to you to decide what it means.
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Languid Velvet Goddess I think we can all agree that feces, no matter the species, has no appeal and it's been revealed it has no place in civil conversation. If you agree just knod your head. It could also be said our political scene is quite obscene. We're failing miserably as a nation. As the languid velvet goddess brings lusty blush to her sausage boy. You're not paranoid. They want a piece of you, control all you do. They took an x-ray, then really made you pay . . . can you wiggle your toes? Just email dlama@notyomomma.com Tell him of your troubles, your bursted bubbles, your assorted woes. As the languid velvet goddess brings lusty blush to her sausage boy. I know god on a first-name basis, without any traces of conjecture. I never got the lecture, just slipped right in. He is without peer; the foremost authority on relaxology. All he does is lounge, and toss commands around. "Be without sin!" As the languid velvet goddess brings lusty blush to her sausage boy. What does it all mean? Is there a chiding? An agenda hiding withing these stanzas? Or is it black and white like pandas? What's the deal? What are stillborn words worth? They're just verbal afterbirth. I can see that everything is screwed; for example, me and you. It's so surreal. As the languid velvet goddess brings lusty blush to her sausage boy. As the languid velvet goddess brings lusty blush to her sausage boy. (c) 2001, Jef Peace - all rights reserved
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