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8 track tapes
cassettes and Cd'
The sound of music played
on my high-fi recording machine
I was 6 years old
listening to Aeron Nevel
'Siting on the Dock of the Bay'
played Marvin Gaye
could sing every word
'Let's get it on'
was the word on the streets
the records played the Temptations
I knew very well
The sounds of Lionel Richie
was so cool, the Commodores ruled
I remember listening
to Glady's Knight and the Pips
'A Long Way to Georgia'
had come to this
The Soul Sisters had reminded me
the lyrics, 'We are family'
Jimmy Hendrick could play the drums
then there was Aretha Franklin
'Yellow Catalac' and Chakka Con
would sing 'I feel for you'
and the sound of music played on and on
Gillispie, Davis and B.B. King
listening to the greatest jazz ensemble
I swayed to the sounds of Nat King Cole
played the greatest notes on an album
from Smokey Robinson
I felt the notes as the songs played
I heard every word
of Bary White deep voice
of every word said
the music played
Funkadelic tunes stood in my head
my imagination would play a tune
I listened to Pattie Label sing on and on
the rhyme and rhythm of Marvin Gaye
as it played with my moods
I closed my eyes to the Syalitics
I opened my heart Rebbie Jackson
as I fell in love with old school music
the voices in my head silenced
as I listened to Miles Davis play on and on
I listened to the old school sounds
as the music played on and on