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5,000 light years from Birdland
But I'm still preachin' the rhythm Long-gone, uptight years from Birdland An' I'm still teachin' it with 'emYears from the land of the Bird An' I am still feelin' the spirit 5,000 light years from Birdland But I know people can hear itBird named it, Bird made it, Bird heard it, then played it Well-stated! Birdland-- it happened down in BirdlandOh!In the middle of that hub I remember one jazz club Where we went to pat feet Down on fifty-secon' streetEverybody heard that word That they named it after BirdWhere the rhythm swooped and swirled The jazz corner of the worldAn' the cats they gigged in there Were beyond compareBirdland - I'm singin' Birdland Birdland - Ol' swingin' BirdlandHey, man, the music really turns you on! Y' turn me on, Really, y' turn me aroun' 'N turn me onDown them stairs, lose them cares - where? Down in Birdland Total swing, bop was king - there Down in Birdland Bird would cook, May would look - where? Down in Birdland Miles came through, 'Trane came too - there Down in Birdland Basie blew, Blakey too - where? Down in Birdland Cannonball played that hall - there Down in Birdland Yeah---There may never be nothin' such as that No Mo' - No Mo' Down in Birdland, that's where it was at I know - I know Back in them days bop was ridin' high Hello! 'n goodbye!How well those cats remember Their first Birdland gig To play in Birdland is an honor we still dig Yeah---that club was like-- In another world, sure enough-- Yeah, baby All o' the cats had the cookin' on People just sat an' they was steady lookin' on Then Bird--he came 'n spread the word-- BirdlandYes, indeed, he did Yes, indeed, he did Yes, indeed, he did Yes, he did, Parker played at Birdland Yes, he really did Yes, indeed, he really did Yes, he really did Told the truth down in Birdland Yes, indeed he did, Charlie Parker played in BirdlandYes, indeed, he really did Charlie Parker played in BirdlandBird named it, Bird made it, Bird heard it, Then played it Well-stated! Birdland It happened down in BirdlandEverybody dug that beat Everybody stomped their feet Everybody digs be-bop An' they'll never stopDown them stairs, lose them cares - yeah! Down in Birdland Total swing! bop was king - yeah! Down in BirdlandBird would cook, May would look - yeah, Down in Birdland Miles came through, 'Trane came too - yeah! Down in Birdland Basie blew, Blakey too - yeah! Down in BirdlandCannonball played that hall - yeah Down in BirdlandDown them stairs, lose them cares - yeah Down in Birdland Total swing! bop was king - yeah Down in BirdlandBird would cook, May would look - yeah, Down in Birdland Miles came through, 'Trane came too - yeah! Down in BirdlandBasie blew, Blakey too - yeah! Down in Birdland Cannonball played that hall - yeah Down in BirdlandDown them stairs, lose y' cares -yeah Down in Birdland Total swing! bop was king - yeah Down in BirdlandBird would cook, May would look - yeah, Down in BirdlandBackground Solo: Come in pairs down them stairs, lose y' cares Them that dares gits it!Pay the gate, don't be late It's a date! - whattay' know If y' dig, then you'll dig, it's a groove Quite a groove, 'cause y' t' move Come in twos, pay your duesWhat can you lose? Just your blues! So lose them!The band swingin' one and all and what a ball! Yeah!Music is good, music is better than good Pretty good Very nice Really very good - things are bein' like they should Very good -- very good -- very goodAll y' gotta do is lend an ear An' listen to it Then y' dig a little sooner than soon You'll be diggin' everything diggin' all the musicWhat a ball!How y' gonna figure out A way t' bring it all about amid a Lot o' other music on the set'n on The scene know what I mean? How y' gonna separate the music from the scene 'Gonna have t' keep the memory clean Y' gonna hear a lotta' sound -- a lotta soun' |
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| 3:09 |
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They call it wacky dust
It's from a hot cornet It gives your feet a feeling so breezy And oh, it's so easy to getThey call it wacky dust It brings a dancing jag And once it starts, then only a Sap'll refuse to Big Apple or ShagOh I don't know just why It gets you so high Putting a buzz in you heart You'll do a marathon You'll wanna go on Kickin' the ceilin' apartThey call it wacky dust It's something you can't trust And in the end the rhythm will stop When it does, then you'll drop From happy wacky dustInstrumentalOh we don't know just why It gets you so high Putting a buzz in you heart You'll do a marathon You'll wanna go on Kickin' the ceilin' apartThey call it wacky dust It's something you can't trust And in the end the rhythm will stop When it does, then you'll drop From happy wacky dust |
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| 4:29 |
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It has begun
Nothin' in the world can stop it now. It's in control, We might as well just try to stop the wind. Give up! Give in! You lose! Love will always win. Start surrendering: Stop resisting!Nothin' you can do about it It's too strong to be denied Nothin' you can do about it, Relax enjoy the ride.Destiny! We are what fate intended us to be. Can't you see? We're all a part of some eternal plan So give up! Give in! You lose! Love will always win. Start surrendering, oh! Stop resisting!Nothin' you can do about it It's too strong to be denied Nothin' you can do about it, Relax enjoy the ride.Don't you try to understand it. Leave it as a mystery. It's bigger than the both of us, We're each other's history!Nothin' you can do about it It's too strong to be denied Nothin' you can do about it, Relax enjoy the ride. |
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Coo Coo U I think you're coo coo, coo coo u
How did you get so coo coo -- how did you?They say it's a fact that your head is cracked (I think that you are loco) You have blown your stack you're a maniac (I think that you are loco) I just heard the news that you blew a fuse (I think that you are loco) You're a paranoid and your head's a void (I think that you are loco)(Look In The Mirror) You are in a fog since you slipped a cog (I think that you are loco) They will set you free with lobotomy (I think that you are loco) Your cerebral vault has a single fault (I think that you are loco) It is quite well known you've become a clone (I think that you are loco)Coo Coo U I think you're coo coo, coo coo u How did you get so coo coo - how did you?(What's on the news?) Seen any good games shows lately? I like the news. I like game shows!Psychoneurasthenic too much T.V. |
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| 4:29 |
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Don't you know, he was the king of saxophones
Yes indeed he was; Talkin' 'bout the guy that made it sound so good Some people knew him by the Bean But Hawkins was his nameHe sure could swing and play pretty too Sounds good to me -- should sound good to you I love to hear him playing Body and Soul Very pleasing to the earWhen I first heard it on the record I just stopped-- right there, Sounded like a band of angels in the sky, And I have never ever heard a sweeter tone I fact I pay no 'ttention to the saxophone 'Til Coleman Hawkins came along and spoke to everyone -- Saying better listen won't you hear me, While I play for you --Sometimes it's hot Then again it's blue My soul just seems to wander, Pleasing each and everyone -- It's what I've long been craving forThe doors have not been always open, But I am trying to please you. Please don't stop me. Hope you like it folksAnd then he started cookin' -- Everytime he played Some melodic melody fast or slow You could tell that it was Hawkins --No other one ever has Quite captured his tone Just he alone -- Has the sound that penetrates It will sure go right through you Yes it will -- And every gives you just another thrillThen along came Eddie Jefferson He sang the melody like Hawkins played it He sang it true He sang it blue Made words for it tooAll his fans in New York loved him There's no one above him Here in the USA I've heard 'em say ol' Eddie was the manOh how he could sing Man did he swing Sang on the wing, did his own thing Yes he didThroughout the country -- Music lovers are still wiggin' on Eddie's singin' All around the world -- he is known Rhythm was his special joy -- He swung it like a hornHe must have been born to be a singer 'Cause his lyrics were so sincere and true Funny sad or blue Oh yeah!And we've got to remind you Many years it took him Singing every day to achieve his first claim to fameHe was twenty years ahead of his time And he knew it But he kept right on-a singing He went all around the world making rhythm 'Cause music sure was in him and he knew it wasSang with Moody and Richie Cole He could sing it just like Bird But his forte was the words he wrote to Music that he sangSo he sang, and he sang And he sang his words so clever And I know they'll silence him never 'Cause he cut this masterpieceAnd now we're trying to sing it for you Hope the Bean and Eddie both would still approve There we go We didn't mean to reminisce You can surely bet That we won't forget 'Cause we hear them yet Goodbye |
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When I hear this melody This strangeillusion takes over me Through atunnel of the mind Perhaps a presentor future time oh, oh Out of nowherecomes this sound This melody thatkeeps spinning 'round & 'round Pyramidallocomotion From a mystic unknownzone Hearin' the twilight Hearin'the twilight tone Unpretentiousgirl from Memphis Saw the futurethrough her third eye People camewith skepticism Picking, testingher precision, no, wo, oh, oh Suddenlythey heard this sound This melodythat keeps spinning 'round & 'round Asignpost up ahead is calling Throughthe mystic unknown zone Hearin'the twilight Twilight swept away,feelin' the rhythm Hearin' the twilight Twilightswept away, ba da, loo da, ba daloo da Hearin' the twilight Twilighttone Submitted for your approval.One Mr. Miller, who's about to takea trip into oddness and obsolescene,through a zone whose boundariesare that of imagination. Accompanyinghim on this journey is the mesmerizing soundof the Twilight Tone. On a cold& rainy night One Mister Millerhad a rare flight Glen was up thereboppin' a rhythm Then the enginestopped to listen with him Playthat beat, oh, oh Suddenly he heardthis sound This melody that keepsspinning 'round & 'round Now heresides and plays trombone In themystic unknown zone Hearin' thetwilight (Ooooooh, twilight) Hearin'the twilight (Hearin' the twilight)
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Trickle, Trickle, Splash,Splash Tell me how long will thisrain last The rain keeps droppin',there ain't no stoppin', Tell mehow long will this rain last Trickle,Trickle, Slop, Slop Just got tosee my seat don&
7978; drop She's therewaitin' and I'm hesitatin' Tellme just when this rain will stop Ronnie,dig my clothes here boy, One buttonrow Well, you know I'm sharp, asa tack, Say can you lend me yourCadillac Gotta go, gotta go to aparty - yeah Please lend me yourshow Well if I can't take it, Youknow I can't make it, I won't seemy baby no more. Ronnie,she's sweet, she's fine yeh boy, AndI love her so. Well if I don't makethe party, Man - she sure to blow. Gottago, gotta go to the party - yeh, Pleaselend me your show, Well if I can'ttake it, you know I can't make it, Iwon't see my baby no more. Trickle,Trickle, Slop, Slop Just got tosee my seat don& 7978; drop She's therewaitin' and I'm hesitatin' Tellme how long will this rain last Tellme how long will it last |
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| 4:33 |
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The fool screams, 'no more!'
He grabs his shirt and hits the door What she needs from him he ignores. It's a bore. Oh it's a bore. Oh it's a bore. Oh it's a bore. (Oh it's a ...)Blast the radio. The hits just come and go. Block out what he knows that he has blown (That he has blown...)The night hangs its head As the fool crawls into bed. Still his hungry heart begs to be fed All the words she once said (That she said. That she said. That she said.)So then he grabs his Chevrolet In one more attempt to get away But the thoughts of all the crimes of passion lay in his way.He can shake the blues, But you know he still can get confused. It seems like such a waste 'Cause he can't shake her. He can shake his tail, But you know his moves are getting stale He's on the make, but oh, his heart can't fake That he can't shake her. He can't shake her. No, he can't shake her.Romance falls like rain But all the motives are insane Everytime that he plays the game he feels the pain (He feels the pain. Who is to blame? Who is to blame?)He finds a joint that's jive Guys are spinning girls like 45's. All of the live bait sink for his lines they are so highHe knows he is beat As his heart puts on the heat Run from the street that don't even fit his feet (Don't fit his feet. Now he can see. Now he can really see)Tell him here's a telephone He can beg to let the fool come home He tells her that his life's a drag alone (Can't be alone)He can shake the blues, But you know he still can get confused. It seems like such a waste 'Cause he can't shake her. He can shake his tail, But you know his moves are getting stale He's on the make, but oh, his heart can't fake That he can't shake her. He can't shake her. No, he can't shake her |
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When traveling abroad in the continentalstyle It's my belief that one mustattempt to be discreet And subsequentlybear in mind your transient position Allowsyou a perspective that's unique Thoughyou'll find your itinerary's a blessingand a curse Your wanderlust won'tlet you settle down And you wonderhow you ever fathomed that you'dbe content To stay within the citylimits of a small midwestern town Mostvagabonds I knowed don't ever wantto find the culprit That remainsthe object of their long relentlessquest The obsession's in the chasingand not the apprehending The pursuityou see and never the arrest Withoutfear or contradiction Bon Voyageis often hollered In conjunctionwith a handkerchief from shore Bya girl that drives a Rambler andfurthermore Is overly concernedthat she won't see him anymore Planesand trains and boats and buses Characteristicallyevoke a common attitude of blue Unlessyou have a suitcase and a ticketand a passport And the cargo thatthey're carrying is you A foreignaffair juxtaposed with a stateside Anddomestically approved romantic fancy Ismysteriously attractive due to circumstancesknowing I will only be parlayedinto a memory
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