Rickety Fingers

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Listen to those rickety fingers play, Listen to How they'd come to life as soon as they'd breathe through that old brass horn, They'd light the moon as the stars took to the sky like firecrackers, Listen as they'd sing, Every night from 9 til 12 , Emancipated were the ears that danced under the pale street light, Liberated were the bodies that rocked and swayed, Rocked and swayed, Those old fingers played until they could play no more, They played until the moon reached its peak, Fast and heavy, Were the mellow shades that tooted from that old horn, Fast and heavy, Did the hearts beat that were full of strife, Born again were they once that old horn would toot, Lamanated lights blended with the dull streets, Now faded from the glory of which they came, Those fingers paint the streets once again, Please, Won't you listen to those old rickety fingers play