Well here I am right where I was yesterday And the day before, and the day before Sitting on a barstool my dreams up to the sound of Jazz music I live uptown, where? I exactly know Im downtown And it seems I'm with the blues I talk to myself in public and hum Jazz tunes I love But soon I hafta it uptown To that old room of mine I guess thats why I stall so long But I like the bars down here Especially the across the street from theartres I wanted to be on the stage But this is the closest I'll get to one I afford a seat next to the ceiling was Jazz music you heard blastin out Now I got cents between me and starvation prolly hafta walk all the way uptown Cause I'm playin that music 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 like girls in magazines Its beautiful.....its beautiful man Say...like a woman you might of been with night Or say maybe an ago
da da di doooo ( Sad muted trumpet again) Doooo da da dee da!
Sad Sorta reminds me of old building I live in My room,...... looking out over waters
Dooo dee dee da dooo( picks up, cymbals & Bass start walking faster and faster louder 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!
( plays on for a little while....free but together)
Now here I am in this old building It's night time in the I sure wish I just relax and be cool But just like my mother says "Dont nuthin ya wish jack" Now here comes Bob with a mouth full of 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, 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 about rent) "Why dont everbody please stop noise" ( pots, pans and cans crashing now) "Please stop all the confusion" (Landlady,Bob, and the pots being loud) "Please just let me be man!!!" ( Noise is unbearable 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 cool man" ( quiet...again...fer now)
Man you oughta see this old of mine Every I wake up and look around me And I keep I must've died a hundred years during the And I about that jack, yes I wonder Like how I ever got Because I dont have any plans of dying fast
I guess I'm the only man in the world who wakes up too Jazz 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 wake up to sounds Mom didnt dig, she just go for it Bird, Miles, Max... she couldnt see it Morning, afternoon, or anytime is until I played her some monk one night,late Round I played her monk that is Now Mom spends 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, in the night time I'm the blues Sometimes Im laughing and having a ball And thats why Bob keeps telling the aint all up there in my old room But sometimes it dances and struts a woman Skips and like children playing ball and maybe thats why I always to change once in a while Even with the And wether I like it or not I love the of living But its tough man And I dont mean tough like when Miles is grooving with his I mean tough like I cant make that morning meal When I'm the landlady everything I have is in hock Like when I of all the places I havent been And wont likely get there But I think maybe I Yes, thats the way I Like the says The sun will shine thru my door someday All the way down to the bottom of my and back up again Yes the way I feel
Doo da da da deeeeee ( muted trumpet again...sad) Deee da da da dee
man But not "real" Beautiful a woman A woman