Umbilical Chord

Jazz

[Intro]
I am strolling, through this half-empty town, searching
For a mediocre bar
No, I don’t wanna listenyour boring life-blabble 
I just want to sit and play my guitar


[Bridge]
Cause’ this is how I ride, this is my saddle


[Verse]
The reason why I’m telling this, I haven’t got a clue
If you’re  are interested, come step up in this queue
I am not some pompous prick, I always cared for others
But should you be a dick, why would one bother?


[Verse]
I am looking for a ghost, but she walks among the shadows
Seem I can’t see too much, my view is little narrow
Her and I are linked, but she’s put me on a hold
I am calling her name and play, our, umbilical chord.


[Bridge]



[Verse]
So nothing will come of it, looks like I am doomed
As I struck the strings, a flashback struck me, I am fumed
By her cigarette, that was biting her lips
And her body language too, especially the hips.


[Build-up]
Perhaps, I’ll be able to resist
And that bloody image will for sure forever stay in mist


[Instrumental Break]


[Solo]


[Tutti]
So let me end this song and jump to conclusion
It was all, but a mere illusion
I think I’m making progress, like, from a peasant to a Lord
All that is left of her is our, umbilical chord.