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I grew up in a small town
World War II housing
For people of colorNow when I was a kid round 8 years old
My bedroom wall was next to a single guy
A thin wall away from mineWas that a signTrippin'Trippin' on a memoryYou know I'm trippin'MemoriesNearly every weekend the guy played music
That I later found out was jazzThe bass funky ....the sax player
The trumpet soloed
maybe Ray Charles or Les McCannThe sound was oh so soaked
with a lot of bluesMaybe it was MilesThe music really drew me in
I love the way it made me feel
Made me hope this dreamJust trippin'
Trippin' on a memory
A memoryThe music would play as he got dressed
The groove that they do at the clubWhen the DJ turned off the music
They're leaving home with some girl to rubThe music would start up again
Surrounded by the sex
the blues
the knocks on the wall
Mama was always screaming
Is somebody hurtOr did somebody fallbackgroud
I never knew ,you'd draw me inforeground.I loved the music
Loved the way it drew me in
Loved the way it made me feel
Made me hope and dream that dayI dreamed of
Playing on the records
Being at the gig
Knockin on the thin wallLater I found that music could mean
What you want it to mean
Its the yen and the yangAs Cannon used to say Ahuuuummm !THE BALL USED TO SAY AAAHHHUUUMMM !As the ball,used to say AAAAAHHHUMMMM !