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Nights in White Satin & Other Musical Arguments You said you liked Bach had all his tunes on CD how the organ dreamed, you said, like rain on hot summer nights or the kind of snow that sheltered pain and I said I preferred the Moody Blues how they reached into the soul of things not like the Beatles who only licked your skin -- made you want to dance. And you looked at me in that way a parent looks at a child, loving them while eyes shake all amused so I pulled you down licked the smile off your lips played the organ like you've never dreamed. To hell with Bach, you said.