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Wait'll y'dig it on the map - Airegin
Spelled backwards Really're closin' up the gap - Airegin Gone fac'wards Back long time ago they saw a ghost Ghost made a boast Soon that ghost was host ( first 8 bars)Those losing their hue They goofed 'n got the wrong view First, things reverse, last is first! Y' dig it!Whatta' y' think o'that'n get a load a' What I tell y' What this place is no one knows it There's no traces of the kind o'place it was Before it got "discovered" by the kind o' Cat that knows the earth belongs t'him Back when the world was young An' man was a living god An' he walked this earthly sod This was sod that god would trod on Till one day a stranger landed With a line o'jive Laid it on the natives till he had 'em thinkin' Maybe that they should really take five An' he quickly stole the natives' soul So he could control it An' he took care of that missionary biz Till the lan' was hisNever heard a story draggy as that Tell th' truth I ain't never heard another That exasperated more What an exasperating narrative t'play Upon the sensitive and kindly soul that I am 'Way back when I was crawlin' in m'crib I was doin' all kinds o'thinkin' Aw'ready I had figured out the 'cut of m'jib' The kind o'soul that never liked t'tell 'r live a fib A body who was steadily reachin' up A min' always thinkin' on high-minded things Whee! I was always one t'be free Ain't never had a keeper why don't people Learn t'git along t'gether stead o' Meddlin' aroun' 'n fussin' with the fella nearest to 'em Me, I'm the old fashioned kind I was never good at follow-the-leader Real real real real real real real That's me, as real as a Yankee can be That's meMillions o' years ago There was a Paleolithic age on Earth An' the whole world was young And full o'the vim of constant rebirth Brontosauruses 'n dinosaurs 'n pterodactyls Ever'where abounding that was the case 'N plus the millions o' mammoths here 'n there An' in addition there were lots o'men everywhere Who had no hi-tech and no intellect 'nary a speck But in that spot Where it was so lush, where it was so hot Where many animal was roamin' An' nature was kind, life was thrivin' There livin' was actual an' the feelin' was natural I'm tellin' the truth What-a-benign livin' some livin' All's forgiven come on homeBlew a truly unruly storm That wrecked a boat in a climate warm 'N full o'ashy-colored cats all lookin' White like ghosts 'N when the natives checked 'em out It blew 'em away t'find that they resembled spirits Long ago there was a legend 'Bout a spirit who would someday comeA look at these cats 'N y' could see they prob'ly had some So they welcomed 'em with peace and love And everything there's plenty of 'N soon the tables had turned to rigormortis That's when the castaway had his say Like a dog had his day they told the People that they were spirits actual Y'see how perfectly a fable c'n be Incorporated into what a cat'll think is factual What was an accident turns int' something So unbelievably heaven-sent Everybody falls for it Right on down t' the militants 'N marchin' 'n the martyrs 'n the murder of LumumbaWait'll y'dig it on the map - Airegin Spelled backwards Really're closin' up the gap - Airegin Gone fac'wards Back long time ago they saw a ghost Ghost made a boast Soon that ghost was hostWait'll y'dig it on the map - Airegin Spelled backwards Really're closin' up the gap - Airegin Gone fac'wardsThose losing their hue They goofed 'n got the wrong view First, things reverse, last is first! Y' dig it! |
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Music by J.J. Johnson
Lyrics by Jon Hendricks He's got that funny name An' ramblin' that's his game, that's it He's Rambo, talkin' bout Me! We'll see (Piano) They call him Rambo 'cause he's travellin' He don't stay one place His life's a string he keeps unravellin' He don't leave no trace He's got a yen for changin' places He digs changin' scenes That way he stays in everybody's good graces He's happy on the move He's mobile and free He wants no strings attached That's how it's gotta be, see! He'll keep on ramblin' till the coda He don't stay one place Because he's just a ramblin' man His favorite hobby's hittin' the road He was a fella livin' solely by the ramblers only code Some people're born to roam Fate gave 'em roamin' natures An' so they wander aroun' Leavin' people wondrin' when they'll touch the groun' Hither 'n yon, here 'n beyon' Wherever they never been before As soon as you're used t'their face They're off 'n runnin' again Gone to another new place Peripatetic is the only word that I have ever heard that people could use that really describes him There's no other word could do that Only other word I know that comes The closest to it is "Gypsy" An' that don't really fit him at all "Cause he ain't tellin' fortunes 'N hates bein' dipsy Everywhere I go they call him Rambo 'Cause he won't stay long In my ramblin' I've met a lotta people here 'n there An' I find they're 'bout the same everywhere Each with his own little thing That he uses while he's tryin' to swing Maybe the look ain't the same But they play the same game An' there's quite a bit o' difference In their outlook, I know Still 'n yet, their story, lem'me tell you Is a story that you won't forget When I was young 'n very green I felt so stuck with m'present situation Later, when I got a little older that was when I discovered I could split 'N find myself another groove That was all I need I was on the move I packed my little sack 'n started ramblin' To this day I'm a rover who'll always be ramblin' You git drug stayin' in one place Depressed an' feelin' low down Get new kicks movin' roun' Roamin' the country's educational for you 'N widens your point of view Tests y' mettle 'n cools y' mind out 'N that's true without a doubt Y know? I mean y'dig - - That's Rambo's gig Rambo is ready to ramble 'n itchin' t'split Oh yeah, he'll start packin' 'n quit it Forget it! 'Cause he's done with it That's Rambo! Travellin' light Stay too long he'll git uptight So his motto is "Keep movin'" You got it! That's his bit! Nex' time he might leave an address 'Cause the little girl that he met Las' night Paid him so much attention That it got him a bit uptight We might not have t'call him Rambo 'Cause he jes' might be settlin' down He's gone the way of all men Fat, skinny or tall men It happened to this Rover we know - Rambo |
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| 3. |
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All the night it's bli-bli-bli
'N blop-blop-blop 'n drip, drip, drip I'm turnin' the faucet offPretty uptight from bli-bli-bli 'N blop-blop-blop, I hate this trip I'm turnin' the faucet offThat faucet's drippin'Turnin' the faucet offTryin' t'sleep, I need my rest But there's no rest f'me, I guess I'm turnin' the faucet off( Top)My mind is flippin'Turnin' the faucet offI'm tryin' my best to sleep I'm tryin' without success I tell y' it just ain't fair a faucet Measures in this mess That's it, I guess!Every night I gotta git up in the middle of the gol'durn night An' it's colder'n a Swedish well-digger's behin' But I gotta do it Otherwise I'm outta' m'min. stone crazyStop the faucet from drippin' 'N drivin y'nuts - stone nuts It's drivin' you crazy One more drip an' you'll screamNo stuff, you can look him An' tell he has enough Whoa-oh, lemme tell y'really It's roughTalkin' 'bout them blee blop bluesI'm hip to that drip goofin' my sleep I'm so tired o'gittin' up in the night What a catastratrose Pride's got me feelin' I'm boun't' Behave like an oaf I'll git me a hammer - Bam! Quite the difference in the way The faucet soun's now I'm gonna go bam-bam-bam-bam Bam-bam-bam on that faucet Damn that faucet for the stupid ol' Drip that it is I tell y' I really am sick o'that drip Maybe the plumber man's Got him a better, prettier tip About stoppin' that drip But as f'nowBackground: When you be deep within y'nightly nap An' nothin worser than a drippin' tap You try t'lay there an' preten' you deaf But soon y' fin'ly know there ain' nothin' left That you jus' cannot stand it anymore You're hip Drip drip drip drip An' so y'git up an' you're half asleep You're so disgusted that'cha wanna weep You bump your knee while tryin' t'find the lamp Your throat is dried up and y'feelin' a cramp You can't feel dum'r an' you'd like t'kill the plum'er You envy children in summer campBut as for now But as for now The drippin' soun' The drippin' soun' Has got me so I'm 'bout t'tear the plumin' down I'm 'bout t'tear the plumin' down I'm talkin' down Y'gotta stop Y'gotta stop The constant seep The constant seep Because it makes it real impossible t'sleep Real impossible t'sleep, I'm talkin' sleep Your plum'er goofed So face the fact Y' gotta use A lot o'tactYour plumber really gotta' straighten Up his act Next time you're li'ble to crackFolks with leaky faucets Think o'wakin' up millions o'times T'stop the faucet drippin' Part o'the trouble o'livin' with plumbin' Is the dues a fella always pays Adoptin' fancy citified ways That's what'cha git f'livin in the city Whenever a nature lover hears your tale You ain' gonna git lots o'pityDig - when y'r bothered by the blee bop blues Dig this - turn the faucet off'n you'll stop blues Then dig this - you won't have t'sing th' Blee bop bluesWhen pipes're drippin' nerves're strainin' People jus' can't help complainin' Everybody really c'n dig thatStuff that pipeEnd this endless incredible gripe End this endless gripeThat's them dues' - Blee blop blues Yeah - - - - - - - |
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| 4. |
| 3:55 |
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To you my very heart and soul
Everyday my very heart Very heart and soul ---- I give to you You never know of giving Until you give yourself I do - To you To you the very life I live I give to you Very life I live My deep devotion My every thought and feeling, too I give, I do All my love, all my life to you I've never known a day of strife Since you entered my life My care and my sorrow had me everyway Before we met, I was tryin' But my livin' felt like dyin' To you I give all of my heart and my very soul The life I'm living Yes, I'm giving everything to you It's true, really true You know that it's true All my love, all my life I live I want to give to you |
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| 5. |
| 3:33 |
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Let me introduce
you I've heard that boredom's entered your life And you're feelin' real low Have you met Benny Bailey? Well he's a fella that you should know They tell me lassitude's has laid you low An' you're losin' your grip you must meet Benny Bailey At least he's somebody who is hip To cure an ennui, you need a bon nuit It's part o' the joie de vie And his attention, I'm loathe to mention Is, incident'ly, available And so if providence should decree (Background Vocals: Once you've met) Who'll stand in the way (You won't forget) So you'll meet Benny Bailey (No stuff) And you'll remember your lucky day (Benny's tough) ( 1,2,3) This could be your lucky day Incident'ly, he's the sort Tho' seen at court Carries an awful lotta weight In many less royal quarters Filled with less than regal daughters Quite the quixotic Romeo whom every Filly'll know because they find his (Background Vocals: Meet this cat) Reputation wherever they go (He's where it's at) Whether it's here (That's right, outta sight) Or whether it's in another boudoir (Benny Bailey) Whee! He's such a scandal, really (He's no slouch) T' handle him demands a savoir fairer (For this I'll vouch) And a great indulgence rarer (He's cool, he's no fool) Than any that I've encountered surveyin' the scene But never mind, I'll explain it later The fact is that he's always ready to please And that's aroused a lot o'chatter But it really doesn't matter, not to him No siree! It's 'bout as big t'him as any flea He's gotta be maitre'd Or so it seems to me Wait'll y'meet, you'll see what I'm sayin' To cure an ennui You need a bon nuit It's part of the joie de vie He's the kind o'cat people hear about But in a second-handed way That there's nothing really clear about Let me introduce you I've heard that boredom's entered your life And you're feelin' real low Have you met Benny Bailey? Well he's a fella that you should know They tell me lassitude's has laid you low An' you're losin' your grip you must meet Benny Bailey At least he's somebody who is hip We're glad you got to meet Benny Bailey I'm happy fin'lly meeting with you |
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| 6. |
| 4:15 |
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I know he'll never be forgotten
Long as there's still sound He was a king uncrowned Not all kings are given crowns I know I'll always rememberAlways The warmth All his warmth Of his sound Was in his sound Lingers so long I'm sure he's still around Still around -------------Those who've heard For all those who've heardTruly, they him yet Even yetSo those who hear won't forget And the ever-present sound That abounds in his praise Echos throughout the universe For endless spans of time uncountable By days The pretty little piquant passages Clifford played They are with us now And I'm positive that they will endure Should time and sacred circumstance allow Yes, they'll live foreverOh, yes, I remember Clifford now Seems I always feel that Clifford's spirit's Hangin' roun' me somehow We rememberEach and every single day I hear his lovely trumpet toneSuch exquisite singingIn every horn that seems to have a sound That's all its own So somebody tell me how How can we ever day for certain Someone that played Like Clifford Brown could play Could really be said to have gone awayI only know that I hear him now And I believe that I always will You've got to believe I remember Clifford still, yes I hear him stillI know he'll never be forgotten He was a king uncrownedI know I'll always remember 'Member Clifford Brown I'll always remember Clifford Brown |
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| 7. |
| 5:08 |
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He's got that funny name
An' ramblin' that's his game, that's it He's Rambo, talkin' bout Me! We'll see (Piano) They call him Rambo 'cause he's travellin' He don't stay one place His life's a string he keeps unravellin' He don't leave no trace He's got a yen for changin' places He digs changin' scenes That way he stays in everybody's good gracesHe's happy on the move He's mobile and free He wants no strings attached That's how it's gotta be, see! He'll keep on ramblin' till the coda He don't stay one place Because he's just a ramblin' man His favorite hobby's hittin' the road He was a fella livin' solely by the ramblers only code Some people're born to roam Fate gave 'em roamin' naturesAn' so they wander aroun' Leavin' people wondrin' when they'll touch the groun' Hither 'n yon, here 'n beyon' Wherever they never been before As soon as you're used t'their faceThey're off 'n runnin' again Gone to another new place Peripatetic is the only word that I have ever heard that people could use that really describes him There's no other word could do that Only other word I know that comes The closest to it is "Gypsy" An' that don't really fit him at all "Cause he ain't tellin' fortunes 'N hates bein' dipsy Everywhere I go they call him Rambo 'Cause he won't stay longIn my ramblin' I've met a lotta people here 'n there An' I find they're 'bout the same everywhere Each with his own little thing That he uses while he's tryin' to swing Maybe the look ain't the same But they play the same game An' there's quite a bit o' difference In their outlook, I know Still 'n yet, their story, lem'me tell you Is a story that you won't forget When I was young 'n very green I felt so stuck with m'present situation Later, when I got a little older that was when I discovered I could split 'N find myself another groove That was all I need I was on the move I packed my little sack 'n started ramblin' To this day I'm a rover who'll always be ramblin'You git drug stayin' in one place Depressed an' feelin' low down Get new kicks movin' roun'Roamin' the country's educational for you 'N widens your point of view Tests y' mettle 'n cools y' mind out 'N that's true without a doubt Y know? I mean y'dig - - That's Rambo's gig Rambo is ready to ramble 'n itchin' t'split Oh yeah, he'll start packin' 'n quit it Forget it! 'Cause he's done with itThat's Rambo! Travellin' light Stay too long he'll git uptight So his motto is "Keep movin'" You got it! That's his bit! Nex' time he might leave an address 'Cause the little girl that he met Las' night Paid him so much attention That it got him a bit uptight We might not have t'call him Rambo 'Cause he jes' might be settlin' down He's gone the way of all men Fat, skinny or tall men It happened to this Rover we know - Rambo |
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| 3:05 |
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All the night it's bli-bli-bli
'N blop-blop-blop 'n drip, drip, drip I'm turnin' the faucet off Pretty uptight from bli-bli-bli 'N blop-blop-blop, I hate this trip I'm turnin' the faucet off That faucet's drippin' Turnin' the faucet off Tryin' t'sleep, I need my rest But there's no rest f'me, I guess I'm turnin' the faucet off (Repeat Top) My mind is flippin' Turnin' the faucet off I'm tryin' my best to sleep I'm tryin' without success I tell y' it just ain't fair a faucet Measures in this mess That's it, I guess! Every night I gotta git up in the middle of the gol'durn night An' it's colder'n a Swedish well-digger's behin' But I gotta do it Otherwise I'm outta' m'min. stone crazy Stop the faucet from drippin' 'N drivin y'nuts - stone nuts It's drivin' you crazy One more drip an' you'll scream No stuff, you can look him An' tell he has enough Whoa-oh, lemme tell y'really It's rough Talkin' 'bout them blee blop blues I'm hip to that drip goofin' my sleep I'm so tired o'gittin' up in the night What a catastratrose Pride's got me feelin' I'm boun't' Behave like an oaf I'll git me a hammer - Bam! Quite the difference in the way The faucet soun's now I'm gonna go bam-bam-bam-bam Bam-bam-bam on that faucet Damn that faucet for the stupid ol' Drip that it is I tell y' I really am sick o'that drip Maybe the plumber man's Got him a better, prettier tip About stoppin' that drip But as f'now Background: When you be deep within y'nightly nap An' nothin worser than a drippin' tap You try t'lay there an' preten' you deaf But soon y' fin'ly know there ain' nothin' left That you jus' cannot stand it anymore You're hip Drip drip drip drip An' so y'git up an' you're half asleep You're so disgusted that'cha wanna weep You bump your knee while tryin' t'find the lamp Your throat is dried up and y'feelin' a cramp You can't feel dum'r an' you'd like t'kill the plum'er You envy children in summer camp But as for now But as for now The drippin' soun' The drippin' soun' Has got me so I'm 'bout t'tear the plumin' down I'm 'bout t'tear the plumin' down I'm talkin' down Y'gotta stop Y'gotta stop The constant seep The constant seep Because it makes it real impossible t'sleep Real impossible t'sleep, I'm talkin' sleep Your plum'er goofed So face the fact Y' gotta use A lot o'tact Your plumber really gotta' straighten Up his act Next time you're li'ble to crack Folks with leaky faucets Think o'wakin' up millions o'times T'stop the faucet drippin' Part o'the trouble o'livin' with plumbin' Is the dues a fella always pays Adoptin' fancy citified ways That's what'cha git f'livin in the city Whenever a nature lover hears your tale You ain' gonna git lots o'pity Dig - when y'r bothered by the blee bop blues Dig this - turn the faucet off'n you'll stop blues Then dig this - you won't have t'sing th' Blee bop blues When pipes're drippin' nerves're strainin' People jus' can't help complainin' Everybody really c'n dig that Stuff that pipe End this endless incredible gripe End this endless gripe That's them dues' - Blee blop blues Yeah - - - - - - - |
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| 3:50 |
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Clif---------------------------------------ford
I know he'll never be forgotten Long as there's still sound He was a king uncrowned Not all kings are given crowns I know I'll always remember Always The warmth All his warmth Of his sound Was in his sound Lingers so long I'm sure he's still around Still around -------------Those who've heard For all those who've heard Truly, they repeat him yet Even yet So those who hear won't forget And the ever-present sound That abounds in his praise Echos throughout the universe For endless spans of time uncountable By days The pretty little piquant passages Clifford played They are with us now And I'm positive that they will endure Should time and sacred circumstance allow Yes, they'll live forever Oh, yes, I remember Clifford now Seems I always feel that Clifford's spirit's Hangin' roun' me somehow We remember Each and every single day I hear his lovely trumpet tone Such exquisite singing In every horn that seems to have a sound That's all its own So somebody tell me how How can we ever day for certain Someone that played Like Clifford Brown could play Could really be said to have gone away I only know that I hear him now And I believe that I always will You've got to believe I remember Clifford still, yes I hear him still I know he'll never be forgotten He was a king uncrowned I know I'll always remember 'Member Clifford Brown I'll always remember Clifford Brown |
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| 2:51 |
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To you my very heart and soul
Everyday my very heart Very heart and soul ---- I give to you You never know of giving Until you give yourself I do - To you To you the very life I live I give to you Very life I live My deep devotion My every thought and feeling, too I give, I do All my love, all my life to youI've never known a day of strife Since you entered my life My care and my sorrow had me everyway Before we met, I was tryin' But my livin' felt like dyin' To you I give all of my heart and my very soul The life I'm living Yes, I'm giving everything to you It's true, really true You know that it's true All my love, all my life I live I want to give to you |
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