Late last night while I was walking down the street.
You wouldn’t believe who I happen to meet.
Was a fella with a face just like mine
And rightaway this fella start to opine.
Nothing is old and nothing is new
Even me standing in front of you.
We meet one time and we go meet again
Everything we do is already ordain.
As he continue his nonsense I say mister stop
You talking in parable like old Aesop.
He start looking around anxiously
As if he trail by twenty jumbie.
He say the only thing he could confide
Is that they looking for something they cast aside.
I ask him what this thing could be
And he say Tawny is your melody.
I couldn’t determine the chorus because the needle was jumping over the grooves. Maybe the musician upstairs knew the words. I called once more before I wa
