Swept Away on a Friday Night

classical 40s Bigband American Trumpet Sax Swing orchestra dance music, scat entries, with a slow beginning, reaching a crescendo slowly, then dropping to almost quiet with a trumpet and percussion slowly increasing in volume, building up suspense

[Lyrics by Karl Layton, the German author as known on Amazon.de] [verse 1] No, I didn't leave you. The Friday Night just swept me away. I was moody, a tiny bit blue. I couldn't do anything, didn't have a say. I fought hard, like a bear. Tried to get back to you, I really did. In between I almost dropped a tear. But to return to you, it just didn't fit. [chorus] Swept away on a Friday night. By the winds that blew from East to West. Didn't really struggle, didn't put it to a test. Cause the motion did just feel right. Oh, swept away on a Friday night. [verse 2] No I never left you. Well, didn't mean to. Just got swept away. On a Friday night in a sway. Oh, it just felt right. Skating on freedom through the night. [chorus] Swept away on a Friday night. By the winds that blew from East to West. Didn't really struggle, didn't put it to a test. Cause the motion did just feel right. Oh swept away on a Friday night. [instrumental solo] [scat] [verse 3] Now don't cry. I send you a postcard. Really. Or a photo of me smiling. All those years you were not even a wildcard. Rather some being full of masks and lying. So now I'm gone and you cry. But I had to... didn't wanna ... die. [eerie eerie laughter] [speaking] Well, farewell. Don't fall over your own spider webs. Oh... ouch... that was one of your bear traps. Have fun with your smoke and mirrors and strings. I'm out. Cheerio.

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