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Strolling 'cross the sand
We're so happy hand in hand
Think how charming it would be
In the dwindling light by the sea
Darling, if I may
Take us dancing by the bay
Picture you so close to me
In the dwindling light by the sea
The band plays our favorite tune
And you smile, and I swoon
The sun dips below the sky
A breeze rolls in with a gentle sigh
Watching golden waves
'Till one of us misbehaves
Nothing sounds as fine to me
As the dwindling light by the sea
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You dear, at my side
I could search both far and wide
But nothing sounds as fine to me
As the dwindling light by the sea
As the dwindling light by the sea
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Parts & Labor
03:18
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Buffalo Convention
03:54
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Cincinnati
03:25
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My Well-Read Baby
03:21
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If you wanna be my honey bee
You gotta show some wit and charm
You don't have to be from the Ivy League
If you say the right words when you're in my arms, so
Philosophize me, Socrates me
Write me a sonnet or a song
With some rhetoric and rhyme, it won't take you any time
You'll be me well-read baby from now on, yes
My well-read baby from now on
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Show me stacks of play in three acts
And darling never will I roam
For the man I'm gonna marry needs a broad vocabulary
I want a well-read baby to call my own, sweetheart
A well-read baby to call my own
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If you're anything lesser that a tenured professor
You better quote me Emily Dickinson on the phone
'Cause if you're Thomas, Dick or Harry, I hope you own your own library
I want a well-read baby to call my own, yes
A well-read baby to call my own
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There's a house on Hawkins Drive
Set atop a lonely hill
Vacant seventy years or more
It's a dreary site until
The first full moon in autumn
When a light grows from within
Through a doorway to another place
The music will begin
It's said the owner, rest her soul
Was a host of some renown
At ninety-three the old queen bee
Threw the greatest dance in town
Got an eight-piece band, grand buffet
And friends from cross the way
When the Reaper came, and spoke her name
The old gal was due that day
But it dropped it's scythe to marvel at the birthday fling
Said, "It ain't quite the Devil's music, but the cats can swing."
"Here's what I'll do: I came for you
but to keep this scene alive
One night each year, we'll party here
At the house on Hawkins Drive!"
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Come join the joyful spirits in the fun
Just be sure to say farewell before the band is done
For if you linger long enough
To see the dawn arrive
Then right or wrong, you will belong
To the house on Hawkins Drive!
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Lockdown Walkdown
04:01
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Keenan McKenzie Durham, North Carolina
Keenan McKenzie is a Durham-based saxophone and clarinet player, specializing in dance-oriented music. In addition to leading his own band, the Riffers, he appears with The Mint Julep Jazz Band, Michael Gamble, Jonathan Stout, The Rhythm Serenaders, and The Shakedown. ... more
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