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Well I am right back where I was yesterday
And the day before, and the day that
on a high barstool
Holding my dreams up to the of Jazz music
I live uptown, where? I dont know
Im downtown
And it I'm always with the blues
I talk to myself in public places and hum Jazz
I Jazz
But soon I make it uptown
To old furnished room of mine
I guess thats why I stall so long
But I like the Cafe bars here
Especially the ones across the street from
I wanted to be on the stage
But is the closest I'll ever get to one
I afford a seat next to the ceiling
That was music you heard blastin out
Now I got fifteen cents me and starvation
I'll hafta walk all the way uptown
Cause I'm playin music again
You see.....I Jazz 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 terribly man
Say...like a woman you might of been with last
Or say maybe an ago

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

Sad
Sorta reminds me of that old I live in
My room,...... out over lonely waters

Dooo dee dee da dooo( Trumpet picks up, cymbals & 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!

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

Now here I am standing in this old
It's night time in the
I sure wish I could just and be cool
But it's just like my says
"Dont nuthin ya wish jack"
Now here comes Bob with a mouth full of
I know hes right here
" Yeah I hear ya talkin Jim, no company man,
no man my machine is in the pawn shop,
man stop talkin so loud, before you wake my 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 please stop that 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 want to be man" ( finally quiet...again...fer now)

Man you oughta see this old of mine
Every morning I up and look around me
And I thinkin
I must've died a hundred years the night
And I about that jack, yes I wonder
Like how I ever got
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 cant say why
I guess I it solemn...
a hymn
Ya know I had to prove that to my when I was living back home
I'd up to them sounds
Mom dig, she just didnt go for it
Bird, Miles, Max... she just see it
Morning, afternoon, night or
That is until I played her monk one night,late
Midnight
I played her some
that is
Now Mom many of her nights in tunisia

(Trumpet in again,un-muted, soaring and somber yet still swinging...slow)

( Now a sax comes in and starts conversating a muted trumpet)

(Now everyone to walk and swing)

(Slow muted trumpets pauses all, says a few here and there,no one listens)

Yeah! in the morning time, late in the night time
I'm with the
Sometimes Im and having myself a ball
And thats why Bob keeps telling the blues aint all up there in my old
But it dances and struts like a woman
Skips and hops like children ball
and maybe why I always manage to change once in a while
with the blues
And wether I like it or not I love the idea of
But its tough man
And I dont mean tough like when Miles is grooving with his
I mean tough like when I cant make that morning
When I'm ducking the
When I have is in hock
Like when I think of all the places I havent
And wont ever get there
But I think maybe I
Yes, thats the way I
Like the song
The sun will shine thru my back door
All the way to the bottom of my stomach and back up again
Yes thats the way I

Doo da da da deeeeee ( slow trumpet again...sad)
da da da dee daaaa

man
But not "real"
like a woman
A real