Instrumentally...

Blow Daddy Blow
A tour guide through cosmic windows
Greeted, openly,  graciously
Complete
Expectation of something rare
Distinctive, classically trained, funky
At this point it don’t even matter
I know it brought me here, there

Don’t open my eyes cause I don’t have to
Slightly under I let the session pull me through
Music caresses my ears
Brings me on it's flight
Thousands of feet in the air yet
I stay grounded for this sight
Not with triviality or
physicality but I can feel

Keeping my high on rhythm
Bass is my dealer
Miss better have my passion
It feels like it might escape
I  dare it,wish it would
Feel my body tempted to beg
Cause I can’t soothe it like it should
Not like Mr. Drummer man can
I’m trying to stand

Polite clink of the cymbals settle
I'm feelin bolder
Relax again with the beat like a calm hand on
against my bare shoulder
Lifting my chin , tempting to my lips
The band plays like a sexy man
He ain't got to be blowin
He could be ticklin black and
whites like the Duke

And I can settle down again
I can’t fight this music
It’s been so good to me
Sending me to Ronnie Laws land
To be without it would be the world
surrendering
Turning my back on civilized chords
The heavens would sin
not to be instrumentally, poetically,
musically filled
I wants my fill every minute

Miss better have that passion
Blow Daddy Blow