As if music would not be a message

Messages from within

The lost tape

Nothing flavours more than tha nite

As if music would not be a message

A reason for bygone days

On night watch again

Lush they said

Moments in minor

To listen is the only meaning

Urban tales untold

They travelled lightyears for jazz

When they believed that future

Chords and this and that

Her name was Jazzmin

Sweet as midnite

Mister Wu the clementine dealer

As long as there is music

Basement groove cookers

3 AM human

Strings and things

Me and the jazzman

So called lovers of jazz music