(108) “When Smokey Sings”

Debonair lullabies in melodies revealed

He enters in the dark, singing “Being With You”

He knows just how you feel
The slyest rhymes, the sharpest suits
In miracles made real

Encourages a singalong to “I Second that Emotion”

and my favorite, “You Really Got a Hold on Me”

Like a bird in flight on a hot sweet night

We are all in.

He soothes it right, makes it outtasite
And every thing’s good in the world tonight

It is ninety minutes of nonstop smiling

Singing along.

Laughing at his Stevie Wonder jokes

Nodding in reminisces of days of Motown

When Smokey sings, I hear violins
When Smokey sings, I forget everything, yeah

But really, that’s not why I’m here.

It’s the voice.

That voice.

More than original or unique.

Perhaps miraculous. Soulful essence.

Glorious. Splendorous.

And Smokey sings, yeah he sings

“Oh, Baby Baby” nearly brings the house down.

His voice never falters.

Elegance in eloquence for sale or rent or hire
Symphonies that soothe the rage
When lovers hearts catch fire

It was “Tracks of My Tears” that lit the night.

Starting slow with guitar, and building

until there was Smokey, holding a long note

late in the program, hadn’t lost a flicker of sound

his brilliant, unmistakable voice

bringing me to my feet.

Luther croons
Sly’s the original, originator
James screams
Marvin was the only innovator
But nothing can compare, nothing can compare
When Smokey sings

We ended the night “Cruising together”

Feeling good. Feeling fine.
When Smokey sings
Smokey sings
Smokey sings

Lyrics from “When Smokey Sings” by Mark Andrew White and Martin Fry

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