Untitled. As yet....

For uni we've been asked to write a disciptive piece on an album. I chose 'Essential Jazz Singers', released by NotNow music.


I bought you today.
I turned you on.
You have so many moods, I dont know how to feel around you.
Sometimes you make me want to rejoice, "Halleluleah".
And dance joyfully, crying out, "yeah, my baby does just care for me!".
Other times, you say to me, "Good morning heartache", and I remember just how much of it there is in the world.
And how depressing you can be.
You have multiple personalities.
Just when i think I know you, that you've given me all of your wisdom and knowledge,
you sing to me a line that makes so much sense, a different kind of sense, to what you meant before.

If only we were of the same time, I could watch you as a young performer in a smokey, 1940's bar.

You teach me so much. But you aren't so popular around my friends.

They don't care to know how wonderful you are. They should really get to know you.