Why hasn't this piece not been put to lyrics? The story they would tell ! ...I feel: The elegance of the Roaring 20's dance in a flapper's sultry heat to the sizzling beat of a New Year's bash. The ticker tapes are thrumming and they keep running before the tumultuous storm of the stock market crash. Fragments of big dreams peel from the memories of people that feel the longing for sunny days and better times. Prohibition was no inhibition to the golden notes of fine summer wines. Speakeasies rise in mass to the swells of long bread lines. Through it all there is hope, with women given the right to vote. The poling place is livened now with a bright, lovely face. Armistice Day was declared, but I never ever cared. My loved one died on a distant shore - a casualty of the First World War. Over days of lost sunshine my soul rues as the rain falls down in Ragtime blues
This is such a haunting and beautiful piece, delicately executed.
Thank you for sharing this! It was the inspiration for my 1st fictional series called The Haunted Speakeasy Trilogy!
Great work! I love this song and your version of it👍👍
Why hasn't this piece not been put to lyrics? The story they would tell ! ...I feel:
The elegance of the Roaring 20's dance in a flapper's sultry heat to the sizzling beat of a New Year's bash.
The ticker tapes are thrumming and they keep running before the tumultuous storm of the stock market crash.
Fragments of big dreams peel from the memories of people that feel the longing for sunny days and better times.
Prohibition was no inhibition to the golden notes of fine summer wines. Speakeasies rise in mass to the swells of long bread lines.
Through it all there is hope, with women given the right to vote. The poling place is livened now with a bright, lovely face.
Armistice Day was declared, but I never ever cared. My loved one died on a distant shore - a casualty of the First World War.
Over days of lost sunshine my soul rues as the rain falls down in Ragtime blues