Well I am right back where I was yesterday And the day before, and the day that Sitting on a high Holding my dreams up to the sound of music I live uptown, where? I dont know Im always And it seems I'm with the blues I talk to myself in places and hum Jazz tunes I Jazz But soon I hafta make it To old furnished room of mine I guess thats why I so long downtown But I like the bars down here Especially the ones across the from theartres I once to be on the stage But this is the closest I'll get to one I couldnt a seat next to the ceiling was Jazz music you heard blastin out Now I got fifteen cents between me and I'll prolly hafta all the way uptown Cause I'm playin that music You see.....I love Jazz
Doo do do (slow & sad muted trumpet) da da di dooooo........Daaaaaaaaaaa!
Thats music boy But it aint "really" It like girls in magazines Its beautiful.....its terribly man Say...like a you might of been with last night Or say maybe an ago
Dooo da da di doooo ( Sad muted again) da da dee daaa da!
Sad Sorta reminds me of 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 louder and louder)
Now this!
( crash)
Dig! ( whole band comes in now 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 this old It's night time in the I sure wish I could just relax and be But it's just my mother says "Dont cause nuthin ya jack" Now here comes Bob with a mouth of jive I know hes comin here " I hear ya talkin Jim, no company tonight man, no man my record machine is in the shop, man stop talkin so loud, before you wake my land lady up and she remebers I havent paid my in three weeks" "Oh man who cares" (yelling in the background) "Go man go!" (landlady starts in to about rent) "Why dont everbody please stop noise" ( pots, pans and cans crashing now) "Please stop all the confusion" (Landlady,Bob, and the still being loud) "Please just let me be cool man!!!" ( is unbearable now) "Please get away my door!!!" (oh s***, gonna snap,,,any minute!!) "Will you please go!!!" (Noise to recede...slowly) "I just to be cool man" ( finally quiet...again...fer now)
Man you see this old room of mine Every morning I up and look around me And I thinkin I must've a hundred years during the night And I about that jack, yes I wonder how I ever got here Because I have any plans of dying that fast
I guess I'm the man in the world who wakes up too Jazz music in the morning I guess, i say exactly why I guess I it solemn... Like a Ya know I had to prove that to my mother when I was living back 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 That is until I played her some one night,late Round I played her some Thelonious is Now Mom spends many of her nights in
(Trumpet starts in again,un-muted, and somber yet still swinging...slow)
( Now a sax comes in and starts conversating with a trumpet)
(Now starts to walk and swing)
(Slow muted trumpets pauses all, a few things here and there,no one listens)
Yeah! Early in the morning time, late in the night I'm with the Sometimes Im laughing and myself a ball And why Bob keeps telling the blues aint all up there in my old room But it dances and struts like a woman Skips and like children playing ball and maybe thats why I manage to change once in a while with the blues And wether I it or not I love the idea of living But sometymes its man And I dont tough like when Miles is grooving with his horn I mean tough like I cant make that morning meal When I'm the landlady When everything I is in hock Like I think of all the places I havent been And ever likely get there But I think maybe I Yes, the way I think Like the song The sun will thru my back door someday All the way down to the bottom of my stomach and up again Yes thats the way I
Doo da da da ( slow muted trumpet again...sad) da da da dee daaaa
man But not "real" Beautiful a woman A woman