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Well here I am right back where I was
And the day before, and the day that
on a high barstool
Holding my dreams up to the sound of Jazz
I live uptown, where? I exactly know
Im downtown
And it I'm always with the blues
I to myself in public places and hum Jazz tunes
I Jazz
But I hafta make it uptown
To that old furnished of mine
I guess thats why I so long downtown
But I like the Cafe down here
Especially the ones across the from theartres
I once wanted to be on the
But is the closest I'll ever get to one
I afford a seat next to the ceiling
That was Jazz music you heard out
Now I got fifteen cents between me and
I'll prolly walk 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 "really" pretty
It like girls in magazines
Its beautiful.....its terribly man
Say...like a woman you might of been with night
Or say an hour ago

da da di doooo ( Sad muted trumpet again)
Doooo da da dee da!

Sad
Sorta 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 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!

( band plays on for a while....free but together)

Now I am standing in this old building
It's night in the city
I wish I could just relax and be cool
But it's just like my says
"Dont cause nuthin ya jack"
Now here comes Bob with a mouth full of
I know hes right 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 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, and cans crashing now)
"Please all the confusion" (Landlady,Bob, and the pots still being loud)
"Please just let me be cool man!!!" ( Noise is now)
"Please get from 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 room of
Every morning I wake up and around me
And I keep
I died a hundred years during the night
And I wonder that jack, yes I wonder
Like how I got here
I dont have any plans of dying that fast

I guess I'm the only man in the world who wakes up too Jazz music in the
I guess, i say exactly why
I I find it solemn...
Like a
Ya know I had to that to my mother when I was living back home
I'd wake up to them
Mom didnt dig, she just go for it
Bird, Miles, Max... she just see it
Morning, afternoon, night or
is until I played her some monk one night,late
Round
I her some monk
that is
Now Mom many of her nights in tunisia

(Trumpet starts in again,un-muted, soaring and somber yet 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 night
I'm the blues
Im laughing and having myself a ball
And thats why Bob keeps telling the blues aint all up there in my old
But sometimes it dances and struts like a
Skips and like children playing ball
and maybe why I always manage to change once in a while
Even the blues
And wether I like it or not I the idea of living
But its tough man
And I dont tough like when Miles is grooving with his horn
I mean tough like when I cant make that meal
I'm ducking the landlady
When everything I have is in
Like when I of all the places I havent been
And wont likely get there
But I maybe 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 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 like a
A woman