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Morse-ly Jazz By the Morsels Circa 1920 Wax Cylinder

[Verse] There’s a man named Mike Morse, king of a paper crown, Runs the whole Morseverse mostly upside down. He steps onstage with a suitcase of dreams, Full of rubber chickens, bad punchlines, and seams. [Pre-Chorus] He tips his brim to silence the room, But the punchline arrives like a late monsoon. He shrugs and whispers, “Folks, that’s my course…” Then the bass just sighs for Mike Morse. [Chorus] Oh Mike Morse ruler of the Morseverse night, Where the jokes fall flat but the rhythm’s tight. He swings in doubt he croons in remorse, A lonely laugh in the key of Mike Morse. FOOK THE MORSEVERSE