Tommy's Congo

Majesties of the night

Across the frets are tight[?]

Nothing less than a work of perfection

Steady eyes on the crowd to see what's going down

Never once look down at what they're playing

Never look down at what you need to do

Constant measure hoards[?]

With ultimate control

A looseness, sway and a swagger

Best try not to blend

Becasue you know you don't fit in

Just observe the ways of the master

Watch his ways and take it for what it's worth

Can't appreciate the fact

That they even Let you back

To the secret house of transcendance

Purified by the night

Stagger morning light

Unsure of a final direction

Stroll through town without a place to go

A sleep came over me and I woke up feeling free

Purified by the spirit of the presence

Steady eyes on the crowd to see what's going down

Never once looked down at what they're playing

Never look down at what you need to do