Acapella

Before you the only thing was holding hands...And something brand new for you to understand... five guys by the barber shop ...And doowop by the mile..... the ladies and gents with all their grace and their style....

Black and white and symmetry.. Colorful banquets, and rose bouquet symphonies...

Synth and call back- talk-  I'm waiting on the telephone. Our lines are crossed and the all wires. Letters and all that I'm waiting here all alone. For the telegram. No T.V. It's getting cold.......

Handwritten was all there ever was.

And when you sang a song the only way to sing was live.... Acapella.... Music didn't seem to be present before you... Muses didn't wink or look right at you- Foolish as it seems there wasn't a note to sing before you.... Acapella.

There was no dancing in the streets- no pull of the belt buckle to get you next to me.

Acapella.... a ferocious thing and then erupted a beat and that's music to me.