You can feel it, hear it, taste it and Wow it makes you whole
It’s luscious and exciting, it has it’s own ebb and flow
Oh! How I love to go to the Bowl.
Strangers all at once are friends each toast you make will take it’s toll
Sound is king, wine is queen; I drag my date along in tow
You can feel it, hear it, taste it and Wow it makes you whole
Not the boulevard, not the beach, adults are here maintain control
Fill the sky with notes on high squeeze a hand and snuggle low
Oh! How I love to go to the Bowl.
Trumpets, flutes, tenors too; sweet cherries sitting in a bowl
Let’s get up close and sense the essence of being in the know
You can feel it, hear it, taste it and Wow it makes you whole
The baton it taps a simple beat and then the drums begin to roll
The power of the tubas, guitars electric start a row
Oh! How I love to go to the Bowl.
Encore! Encore! Encore! Screams our soul
Music ends but body sings I’ll come again I truly know
You can feel it, hear it, taste it and Wow it makes you whole
Oh! How I love to go to the Bowl.
Paul Mize © 2011
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