Well here I am right where I was yesterday And the day before, and the day that Sitting on a high my dreams up to the sound of Jazz music I live uptown, I dont exactly know Im downtown And it I'm always with the blues I talk to myself in public places and hum tunes I love But soon I hafta it uptown To old furnished room of mine I guess thats why I stall so long But I like the bars down here Especially the ones across the street theartres I once wanted to be on the But this is the I'll ever get to one I couldnt afford a seat next to the was Jazz music you heard blastin out Now I got fifteen cents me and starvation I'll prolly walk all the way uptown Cause I'm playin music again You see.....I love music
Doo do do (slow & sad muted trumpet) da da di dooooo........Daaaaaaaaaaa!
Thats pretty boy But it aint "really" It aint like girls in Its beautiful.....its terribly man Say...like a woman you might of been last night Or say maybe an ago
Dooo da da di doooo ( Sad trumpet again) Doooo da da dee da!
Sad reminds me of that old building I live in My room,...... out over lonely waters
Dooo dee dee da dooo( Trumpet picks up, cymbals & Bass start walking faster and faster and louder)
Now this!
( crash)
Dig! ( whole band in now with swing and gusto!)
dee dee ba da da doo da! dee dee be da da doo da!
( band plays on for a while....free but together)
Now here I am standing in old building It's time in the city I sure wish I could just relax and be But it's just like my mother "Dont cause nuthin ya jack" Now here comes Bob with a full of jive I know hes comin here " Yeah I hear ya talkin Jim, no tonight man, no man my machine is in the pawn shop, man stop so loud, before you wake my land lady up and she remebers I havent paid my rent in three weeks" "Oh man who cares" (yelling in the background) "Go man go!" (landlady starts in to yelling rent) "Why dont everbody please stop that noise" ( pots, pans and cans now) "Please stop all the confusion" (Landlady,Bob, and the still being loud) "Please just let me be cool man!!!" ( Noise is now) "Please get away my door!!!" (oh s***, gonna snap,,,any minute!!) "Will you go!!!" (Noise starts to recede...slowly) "I just want to be man" ( finally quiet...again...fer now)
Man you oughta see this old room of Every morning I wake up and around me And I keep I died a hundred years during the night And I wonder about that jack, yes I how I ever got here Because I dont have any plans of dying fast
I I'm the only man in the world who wakes up too Jazz music in the morning I guess, i say exactly why I guess I it solemn... a hymn Ya know I had to prove that to my mother I was living back home I'd up to them sounds Mom dig, she just didnt go for it Bird, Miles, Max... she couldnt see it Morning, afternoon, night or is until I played her some monk one night,late Round I played her monk that is Now Mom many of her nights in tunisia
(Trumpet starts in again,un-muted, soaring and yet still swinging...slow)
( Now a sax in and starts conversating with a muted trumpet)
(Now everyone to walk and swing)
(Slow muted trumpets pauses all, says a few here and there,no one listens)
Yeah! Early in the morning time, late in the time I'm the blues Sometimes Im laughing and myself a ball And thats why Bob keeps the blues aint all up there in my old room But sometimes it dances and like a woman and hops like children playing ball and maybe thats why I always to change once in a while with the blues And I like it or not I love the idea of living But sometymes its man And I dont mean tough like Miles is grooving with his horn I tough like when I cant make that morning meal When I'm the landlady When everything I have is in Like when I think of all the I havent been And ever likely get there But I maybe I will Yes, thats the way I Like the song The sun will thru my back door someday All the way down to the bottom of my and back up again Yes thats the way I
Doo da da da deeeeee ( muted trumpet again...sad) Deee da da da dee
man But not "real" Beautiful like a A real