Jazzoetry

歌詞

Rhythms and sounds in leaps and bounds Scales and notes and endless quotes Hey! Black soul being told Hypnotizing while improvising is mentally appetizing Off on a tangent Ain't got a cent Searching, soaring, exploring, seek and you shall find More time, more time More time, more time More time, more time More time, more time to find who? How? Where were you? Are you blue? We're not thru digging the new Climbing higher, soul's on fire Seeking the top, can't stop, dig bop! Left earth on a new birth In space, out space, our place and face us. Regenerated hiss complicated, vibrating, educating, stimulating Young and old as a whole Those who know jazz is prose And how it goes and is going to be Me, us, we, free Baby cant you see Hey! Check tt out without a doubt what it's all about then shout! Off and on, being born Rhythmically in a wail can't fail, smooth sail Break it down, run it around and give it a pound on the town in the world dig the sound of our love inside our pride that's on the ride Jazzoetry is poetry! Getting hat on a scat The beginning of this, the end of that Riffling on a cue, the play is never through Solid, baby! Me and you Smooth glowin' and flowin' while your horn is blowin' Puttin' on the show digging some mo' black ego! Going up, growin' up that's us Smokin', cooking, hard boiled like a cobra-coiled Blowing your mind to rhythmic time Digging up driving, striving, arriving at conclusions Life and death all in one breath! Minor chords, soft keys, summer breeze, winter freeze, listen please! Breakin' the rules, schooling the fools Jazz is cool that's the truth dig my proof rhythm and swing doing your thing Abnormally, informally, Jazzoetry is poetry Poetic vibes, masculine bass Flute and drums pick up the pace Piano keys on a spiralling flight That's jazzoetry in black and white Brilliant colours, glowing hues intimate expressions, personal views Spreadin' the news, by way of the blues Brothers, others, lovers, mothers, sons, friends Brothers, others, lovers, mothers, sons, friends Brothers, others, lovers, mothers, sons, friends On the set − ain't none of y'all been freed yet! Trying to pin what's happening what you're coming from and going to Communicating with me and you internal feeling is spiritually healing When I'm dealing with jazz that has turned me on Blow that horn! Of course it's boss, get on your horse And ride with pride jazz and poetry side by side!