THE CHAIR

This is the time
To sit in my chair
Think about nothing
Smell the fresh air

City of Crime
City of sin
City of madness
Like a Taxi driver’s scene

I sit in this chair
Away from the noise
I can taste the fresh air
And the sound of your voice

(Solo)

Yes!
This is the time
To sit in my chair
Think about nothing
Smell the fresh air

City of crime
City of sin
City of love
Like a Woody Allen scene

Yet I sit in this chair
Faraway from the noise
I can taste the fresh air
And the sound of your voice

I can taste the fresh air
And the sound of your voice

3.23.24

• Reggae. A not popular genre.

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• serum 2 released

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• Post Links to Your RPM Challenge tunes!

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• Never Mind.

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• Wanted: your opinion about AI and iBandstand

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• Changes

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• Experimental Music Video

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• Back to the 80s VIDEO

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• eMission Statement

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• Open Mics and Events in Central Florida

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