For one night only you are the
Palladium,
the Talk of the Town, cuffed and ruffed
and smooth as velour. Maybe your songs
don’t matter now, but they are the sound
of stage lights dimming, clean and bright,
almost ready to be forgotten, but not quite.
the Talk of the Town, cuffed and ruffed
and smooth as velour. Maybe your songs
don’t matter now, but they are the sound
of stage lights dimming, clean and bright,
almost ready to be forgotten, but not quite.
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