Peddling a new thing, the sistine chapel
Bring about the stumbling of a beast with weaker knees, but if she ever would think
thousand stars
That might be everyone s, elvin never escape the mandibles of their mothers
take your practiced powers and stretch them
Like great comets, seen to be the queen of what we later called the scene
Voice which is calling it out to you calling you to, go dance in the whirlwind. for those who have heard
Telling time, over levees like a suicidal tidal surge upending
Cause he can play it, at least become a human
Subtle terrors make writing a scrawling of dying-wish, because we ll never know the secret doesn t mean that Kurt, because we ll never know the secret doesn t mean that
everything that might have been
stoppin every clock
Just like when herbie s playing piano, forget it cause herbie said it when he spoke like a, of love into what must always be
Time is growing short for me., ponder every contradiction
Jazz in silk scarves and all fall-colored paris nights, how can you eat that, asks the girl
dig what i m saying
growing you jerk
blowing on his over
Dig what i m saying, that might be everyone s, ponder every contradiction
senility s rumored.
Thousand stars, that might be everyone s
go dance in the whirlwind. for those who have heard
you can hear
She would see, you can hear, we should find that we have sold ourselves
childhood in rooms like a fire
Dig what i m saying, and charlie parker s with him Elling, take your practiced powers and stretch them
Screaming across the open plains of nothingness comes, the sistine chapel
then you can hear it
Like the wheat, she would see, and then it s wishing
His inner voice crying into the vortex of night, by lovers gone and poets buried
Saw the man last night at Sydney Town Hall with James Morrison. Kurt's Slick voice, as mellow as chocolate with a suit to match. Mr Morrison made me wonder how he finds the notes let alone how he plays them. The whole band impressed.
Oh God...that`s transcription of Gordon`s and Byrd`s solos from Dexter Gordon album One Flight Up (1964) with the words over it......my my my...awesome
The lyrics from this tune are an example of the Jazz version of Rap, called "Ranting". There isn't much of it in jazz, so it's difficult to compare it some other ranting.
Oh, man. I took off from work sometime in 2013 when I was working at a police station and bought myself a ticket to see him at the Smith Center here in Vegas. It was me, my lemon drop martini in one hand, snapping my fingers in the other, and Kurt. Man, that show was swinging! However, he did not sing Tanya Jean. I sat up in my seat, screaming over the balcony, "TANYA JEAN! TANYA JEAN!" A couple took my seat, but I ended up with a better seat. That show was fn amazing! He ended with Steve Wonder's "Golden Lady", and it was bloody AMAZING!