Well here I am right back I was yesterday And the day before, and the day before Sitting on a barstool Holding my dreams up to the sound of Jazz I live uptown, I dont exactly know Im always And it seems I'm with the blues I talk to myself in places and hum Jazz tunes I love But soon I hafta it uptown To old furnished room of mine I guess thats why I so long downtown But I like the Cafe bars down Especially the across the street from 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 That was music you heard blastin out Now I got fifteen cents me and starvation I'll prolly hafta walk all the way I'm playin that music again You see.....I love music
Doo do do dooooo (slow & sad trumpet) da da di dooooo........Daaaaaaaaaaa!
Thats music boy But it aint "really" It aint like in magazines Its beautiful.....its beautiful man Say...like a you might of been with last night Or say maybe an ago
Dooo da da di ( Sad muted trumpet again) da da dee daaa da!
Sad Sorta reminds me of that old I live in My room,...... out over lonely waters
Dooo dee dee da dooo( Trumpet up, cymbals & Bass start walking faster and faster 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!
( plays on for a little while....free but together)
Now here I am standing in old building It's night time in the I sure wish I just relax and be cool But it's like my mother says "Dont cause nuthin ya jack" Now here comes Bob with a mouth full of I know hes comin here " Yeah I hear ya Jim, no company tonight man, no man my machine is in the pawn shop, man stop talkin so loud, before you wake my land 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 noise" ( pots, pans and cans crashing now) "Please stop all the confusion" (Landlady,Bob, and the still being loud) "Please just let me be man!!!" ( Noise is unbearable now) "Please get from my door!!!" (oh s***, gonna snap,,,any minute!!) "Will you go!!!" (Noise starts to recede...slowly) "I want to be cool man" ( finally quiet...again...fer now)
Man you oughta see old room of mine Every morning I wake up and around me And I thinkin I must've died a hundred during the night And I about that jack, yes I wonder Like how I ever got Because I dont any plans of dying that fast
I guess I'm the only man in the world who wakes up too music in the morning I guess, i say exactly why I I find it solemn... Like a Ya I had to prove that to my mother when I was living back home I'd wake up to them Mom didnt dig, she didnt go for it Bird, Miles, Max... she just see it Morning, afternoon, or anytime That is until I 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, and somber yet still swinging...slow)
( Now a sax comes in and starts with a muted trumpet)
(Now everyone to walk and swing)
(Slow muted pauses all, says a few things here and there,no one listens)
Yeah! Early in the morning time, late in the time I'm with the Sometimes Im laughing and having myself a And thats why Bob keeps telling the aint all up there in my old room But it dances and struts like a woman Skips and hops children playing ball and maybe thats why I always 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 mean like when Miles is grooving with his horn I mean tough like when I cant make morning meal When I'm the landlady When I have is in hock Like when I of all the places I havent been And wont ever get there But I think I will Yes, the way I think the song says The sun will shine thru my back door All the way down to the bottom of my stomach and up again Yes thats the way I
Doo da da da deeeeee ( muted trumpet again...sad) da da da dee daaaa
man But not "real" Beautiful like a A woman