Well here I am right back where I was yesterday
And the day before and the day before that
Sitting on a high barstool
Holding my dreams up to the sound of Jazz music
I live uptown where I dont exactly know
Im always downtown
And it seems I`m always with the blues
I talk to myself in public places and hum Jazz tunes
I love Jazz
But soon I hafta make it uptown
To that old furnished room of mine
I guess thats why I stall so long downtown
But I like the Cafe bars down here
Especially the ones across the street from theartres
I once wanted to be on the stage
But this is the closest I`ll ever get to one
I couldnt afford a seat next to the ceiling
That was Jazz music you heard blastin out
Now I got fifteen cents between me and starvation
I`ll prolly hafta walk all the way uptown
Cause I`m playin that music again
You seeI love Jazz music
Doo do do dooooo slow & sad muted trumpet
Doooo da da di dooooo Daaaaaaaaaaa
Thats pretty music boy
But it aint really pretty
It aint like girls in magazines
Its beautifulits terribly beautiful man
Saylike a woman you might of been with last night
Or say maybe an hour ago
Dooo da da di doooo Sad muted trumpet again
Doooo da da dee daaa da
Sad huh
Sorta reminds me of that old building I live in
My room looking out over lonely waters
Dooo dee dee da dooo Trumpet picks up
cymbals & Bass start walking faster and
faster louder and louder
Now catch this
Cymbals crash
Dig
whole band comes in now with swing and gusto
Bada dee dee ba da da doo da
Bada dee dee be da da doo da
band plays on for a little whilefree but together
Now here I am standing in this old building
It`s night time in the city
I sure wish I could just relax and be cool
But it`s just like my mother says
Dont cause nuthin ya wish jack
Now here comes Bob with a mouth full of jive
I know hes comin right here
Yeah I hear ya talkin Jim no company tonight man
no man my record machine is in the pawn shop
man stop talkin so loud before 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 yelling about rent
Why dont everbody please stop that noise
pots pans and cans crashing now
Please stop all the confusion Landlady
Bob and the pots still being loud
Please just let me be cool man
Noise is unbearable now
Please get away from my door
oh shit gonna snapany minute
Will you please go Noise starts to recedeslowly
I just want to be cool man finally quietagainfer now
Man you oughta see this old room of mine
Every morning I wake up and look around me
And I keep thinkin
I must`ve died a hundred years during the night
And I wonder about that jack yes I wonder
Like how I ever got here
Because 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 morning
I guess i cant say exactly why
I guess I find it solemn
Like a hymn
Ya know I had to prove that to my mother
when I was living back home
I`d wake up to them sounds
Mom didnt dig she just didnt go for it
Bird Miles Max she just couldnt see it
Morning afternoon night or anytime
That is until I played her some monk one nightlate
Round Midnight
I played her some monk
Thelonious that is
Now Mom spends many of her nights in tunisia
Trumpet starts in againun muted soaring
and somber yet still swingingslow
Now a sax comes in and starts
conversating with a muted trumpet
Now everyone starts to walk and swing
Slow muted trumpets pauses all says
a few things here and thereno one listens
Yeah Early in the morning time late in the night time
I`m with the blues
Sometimes Im laughing and having myself a ball
And thats why Bob keeps telling the blues
aint all up there in my old room
But sometimes it dances and struts like a woman
Skips and hops like children playing ball
and maybe thats why I always manage
to change once in a while
Even with the blues
And wether I like it or not I love the idea of living
But sometymes its tough man
And I dont mean tough like when
Miles is grooving with his horn
I mean tough like when I cant make that morning meal
When I`m ducking the landlady
When everything I have is in hock
Like when I think of all the places I havent been
And wont ever likely get there
But I think maybe I will
Yes thats the way I think
Like the song says
The sun will shine thru my back door someday
All the way down to the bottom of
my stomach and back up again
Yes thats the way I feel
Doo da da da deeeeee
slow muted trumpet againsad
Deee da da da dee daaaa
doooooooooooooo
Pretty man
But not real pretty
Beautiful like a woman
A real woman