1. |
SuperBlue
04:45
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Gooped up on gop? You’d wanna’ supercharge your mind?
Don’t live resigned in total blindness to that undefined reminder of what’s creeping up on your behind.
Take the grime off of how sublime your time is.
Spoken : The important thing
is to pull yourself up by your own hair
to turn yourself inside out
and see the whole world with fresh eyes
(“Marat/Sade”, 1965)
When Super Blue brings on that new & fateful brew, pull on that righteous stew.
Go askew. Just a flick of a trick will do you.
Because, it’s true. It’s not what you’re used to. That girl is no deja vu.
Her voodoo should re-jigger your mental tissue.
One swish of this delicious dish will nourish your curiosity
to see if she can really hold the key to what’s been waiting in your psychic undersea.
In this is waiting every bliss. It’s like you’re being kissed and never dismissed.
You’ll find you’re finally free. Success is guaranteed.
She’s Super Blue. She’s honeydew; the make-or-break-through you, too, oughta’ get to pursue.
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You come unglued; corkscrew anew. She’s more than you knew you could do.
Even colors go groovier too.
She’s Super Blue. She’s honeydew;
the make-or-break-through you, too, oughta’ get to pursue, too.
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2. |
Sassy
04:18
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Dig!
Y' really wanna flip your lid?
Step up & give a listen to the singer.
Hip or square, say a prayer.
When money's stiff, she’ll make it on a riff. She turns the major into minor cool.
All over town she is renown. Woman’s the crown jewel of sound.
_____________ Dig it!
That Sassy’s on a hipper trip.
Rhythm, she can sharpen to a stinger.
Blows insane. That’s her lane.
She keeps it loose, a ballad or a blues Ten thousand hours on a thousand gigs.
Takin’ the crown, uptown or down. She is the baddest around. _____________
She’s brazen. / Simply amazin’.
She’s blazing. / Shit is hair-raisin’.
Vibration’s a brain invasion.
But her phrasing’s just like a saxophone. ___________
Workin' in the daytime. Jammin’ ev'ry night.
Blowin' over changes that would give most cats a fright. People call her “Sassy”. That’s her attitude.
Actin' like the devil. But when she sings her blues, you know what she’s goin’ through…
She’s brazen. / Simply amazin’.
She’s blazing. / Shit is hair-raisin’.
Vibration’s a brain invasion.
But her phrasing’s just like a saxophone. ___________
Watch Sassy take another swig. Now she’s gettin’ evil with the people
Cigarette… Final Set. Don’t wanna miss a prelude to a kiss.
Even the trumpet player’s smilin’ know. She’s walkin’ the line, cuttin’ in rhyme, she is divine all the time
Workin' in the daytime. Jammin’ ev'ry night. Hangin’ with the fellas, till she’s ready to ignite.
People call her sassy, cuz she knows her mind. She became a living legend from songs she redefined
She’s brazen. / Simply amazin’.
She’s blazing. / Shit is hair-raisin’.
Vibrations her own creation.
Her phrasing just like a saxophone.
She’s brazen. / Simply amazin’.
She’s blazing. / Shit is hair-raisin’.
Vibrations her own creation.
Her phrasing just like a saxophone.
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3. |
Manic Panic Epiphanic
05:29
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Girl, don’t act so manic.
I promise you we’re gonna be fine.
Ain’t no need to panic.
I’m telling you we’ll get our chance to shine.
I got some reassurance
that things are gonna work this time.
You know that we’ve been walking a dangerous line while all the world’s been spinning on a dime
We go leaning out over the roof ledge. We should try to sit still.
We keep sliding on the knife edge ...
like to get the both of us killed
But He’s got the whole world in his hands. He’s got the whole wide world in his hands.
_________________
Don’t the new look frightening?
We have come so far so fast.
We’re like bottled lightning.
But how we supposed to make it last?
Love is life’s assurance,
no matter how the dice get cast.
The shell of fortune will turn again
& what’s present now will soon be past.
We go leaning out over the roof ledge when we should try to sit still
We keep sliding up and down the knife edge, like to get the both of us killed.
But He’s got the whole world in his hands. He’s got the whole wide world in his hands.
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Well just remember - Well just remember what is really and truly and deeply true.
And any time you can remember that you’ll get happy and smile the whole day through. All you are is just a tiny God-soul, paddling life’s canoe.
Just take a ride down the river.
Take a ride down the river & do what good that you can find to do.
Do what good you can do.
Do whatever good you can do... riding down the river ... in your little canoe.
Maybe you’ll find you little canoe is, on occasion, big enough for two.
Bang the groove ... on the groove on what is really true now ...
... on what good you can do.
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4. |
Where To Find It
04:50
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Find it in the message undelivered — unsealed, unlimiting, impulse pivoting.
Find it in a line of facts not figuring — brainwaves triggering — tripping a spring.
Find it in a footfall — feeling like a phantom's faintly beckoning fitful reckoning.
Find it in a failing candle’s muttering when it’s guttering.
Find it in the hopeful, helpless stuttering song I’m uttering.
Find it in becoming — drumming like a running wind horse carrying your foreshadowing.
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5. |
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On my first take your shimmy-shake looked sexy across the room.
I could just about taste it — desire-fire — the hit of a dark perfume.
All of the shades down — the lights are low — the flow is happening.
You flashing your baby blues — just a little peek-a-boo — & I started imagining.
But then, I notice that button. It probably means nothin — just some kind of a joke.
‘Cause girl, I think that you’re crushing. No point in discussing it, ‘cause you have to be ‘woke.
But now you’ve got me wondering — & thinking all the sudden. Am I missing a trick?
Are you a brick house or a brick?
spoken: Huh. Is this, like… “dance 10 — thinks 3?”
As I shake the question — & keep the connection — you boogie across the floor
In a reckless necklace & a little black dress & possibly nothing more.
You fingers in my hair now — lingering there — knowing just what to do.
Your lips are glistening — getting me listening — and then you whisper that “Q” is true.
And that’s when you murder the moment. The rabbit hole opens on some stranger than strange.
I guess that I should have known it — Your button means you’re into that Stormy-insane stuff.
I wish you’d kept it on the physical plane …
… because I can’t make it with your brain.
spoken: The champagne in this bar is expensive. Don’t you think you should buy me another?
‘Cause that’s when you murdered the moment. The rabbit hole opened on your stranger than strange.
That button isn’t ironic. It’s Adrenochromic, and it’s some bloody insane.
And, wow! That blows up the hook up. ‘Cause I ain’t wasting time cruising in your lane.
Because now I’m only looking for grown-ups, and not some adolescent on a crazy-train.
And you can buy your own expensive champagne
… because I can’t make it with your brain.
spoken: And now, the headlines:
Bat-Boy found in cave 10 years ago says he’s not afraid of heights … Volunteers to operate
NATO space laser!
Disappeared brawny lumberjack Butch Jones released from 15 years as Bigfoot love slave.
Mourning wife says, “He’s just not the man I married!”
Vatican City miracle stunner!
Tiny ghost of Pope John Paul the II living… under current pope’s hat!
Shocking photos found in White House basement reveal: 27th U.S. president William Howard
Taft was actually … a woman!
There’s pictures and everything!
The end is near! Elvis tells mummy aliens to shut us down! We’re fired!!
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6. |
The Seed
04:22
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I don't ask, for much these days
And I don't bitch, and whine, if I don't get my way
I only wanna... fertilize another behind my lover's back
I sit and watch it grow standin' at where I'm at
Fertilize another behind my lover's back
And I'm keepin' my secrets mine
I push my seed in her push for life
It’s gonna work because I'm pushin' it right
If Mary drops my baby girl tonight
I would name it Rock-N-Roll
I don't beg
For no rich man
AI don’t kick and screm when his shit don't fall in my hands
Because im gonna still
Fertilize another against my lover's will
lick the opposition cuz she don't take no pill
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-
You'll be keeping my legend alive
I push my seed in her push for life
It’s gonna work because I'm pushin' it right
If Mary drops my baby girl tonight
I would name her Rock-N-Roll
I would name her Rock-N-Roll
I would name it Rock-N-Roll
I push my seed somewhere deep in her chest
I push it naked cuz I've takin my test
Deliverin' Mary it don't matter the sex
I'm gon' name it rock and roll
I'm gon' name it rock and roll
I'll name it rock and roll
Rock-N-Roll,Rock-N-Roll,Rock-N-Roll
Rock-N-Roll,Rock-N-Roll,Rock-N-Roll
I'm gon' name it rock and roll
Rock-N-Roll,Rock-N-Roll,Rock-N-Roll
Rock-N-Roll,Rock-N-Roll,Rock-N-Roll
I'm gon' name her rock and roll
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7. |
Dharma Bums
05:58
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Come on! I’ve got a wandering feeling that it’s time for moving on.
The arms upon the clock that’s on the wall are telling me that I’ve been standing still for much too long.
A picture’s always blank before it’s drawn. The night is darkest just before the dawn.
So you bring your tender brains & I can provide the brawn.
Come On! I’ve got a vintage Ford Falcon that is hungry for the road.
The chromium is polished in the knowledge that we’re headed for an altogether distant postal code.
Might I suggest that on the way find the mystic motherlode.
Maybe we can find our just deserts & grab ‘em à la mode !
‘Cause when the night falls & stars shed their sparkler dims & don’t you know that God is Pooh-Bear
holding out his honeyed paws to both of us from way out there?
And when the spirit calls …
… and both of us are filled up to the over-brim in that mescal & sage flavored air,
Then you’ll know that you are Dean Moriarty and Sal Paradise is me!
Come on! We’ll ball that jack straight until we reach the end of land and wash the miles off diving in the sea
Two holy goofs having a good time & sodden on a aubergine toboggan, smoking constantly.
You never know just what there is to find until you start looking,
You never know just what you’re gonna dine on until you start cooking, yeah!
And when the morning strolls and the great unrolling scroll of our lives imbibes and inscribes our
heroic drives on the parchment of eternal vibes, we two holy-empty bowls with our ever-burning baby
ember soul-coals — they watch & behold as we patrol down the fold in the rolls in the future-Buddha
foretold mold, where bodhisattva whisper the Bodhi-being code and we find out path to the sold-out
hold-out motherlode of what can never be eroded! (Don’t say I never told it!)
Now, you don’t actually have to leave home to get the job done,
but I promise you it can sure be a lot more fun!
Two on the road is always better than one, son.
spoken: Now: the thing about what we’re after, sometimes it’s invisi-bala-tash-is-ness. Sometimes it’s
hiding. Not because it wants to. It’s not a little afraid of you. Maybe you’re a little afraid of you.
Hey:
But you can’t always see it, but it’s always there.
You might forget to feel it - but then you say, ”it feels unfair!”
But it ain’t just disappeared because it’s always in the air.
And just because you win’t awake — it don’t mean you ain’t aware.
So, listen up! ‘Cause the deepest truths ain’t written in no book.
They’re all around you all the time, but you use your heart to look.
They may be in a candy bar, maybe in a Baby Ruth,
That brings back the true Madeleine of your long-lost youth.
They may be waiting to be found in the freezing winter brook,
Or in the photograph of a long-lost stare that somehow leaves you shook.
They’re in the stories children tell or in an acrid, smokey smell.
They’re in a breath when a story’s done, or the ringing of a bell.
But they’e always there — like math itself; or whatever pre-exists.
They’ll outlast your every waking doubt — ‘cause the truth always persists.
The truth always persists.
spoken: Well, let’s see. We have a full tank of gas, a half a pack of cigarettes.
It’s dark. And we’re wearing sunglasses.
Hit it!
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8. |
Circus
04:55
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We put up our tent on a dark
Green knoll, outside of town by
The train tracks and a seagull dump
Topping the bill was Horse Face Ethel
And her 'Marvellous Pigs In Satin'
We pounded our stakes in the ground
All powder brown
And the branches spread like scary
Fingers reaching
We were in a pasture outside Kankakee
And One Eyed Myra, the queen of
The galley who trained the
Ostrich and the camels
She looked at me squinty with her
One good eye in a Roy Orbison
T-shirt as she bottle fed
An orangutan named Tripod
And then there was
Yodeling Elaine the
Queen of the air who wore a
Dollar sign medallion and she
Had a tiny bubble of spittle
Around her nostril and a
Little rusty tear, for she had
Lassoed and lost another
Tipsy sailor
And over in
The burnt yellow tent
By the frozen tractor, the
Music was like electric sugar
And Zuzu Bolin played
'Stavin' Chain' and Mighty
Tiny on the saw and he
Threw his head back with a
Mouth full of gold teeth
And they played 'Lopsided heart'
And 'Moon over Dog Street'
And by the time they played "Moanin Low"
I was soakin' wet and wild eyed
And Doctor Bliss slipped me a
Preparation and I fell asleep with
'Livery Stable Blues' in my ear
And me and Molley Hoey drank
Pruno and Koolaid and she had a
Tattoo gun made out of a cassette
Motor and a guitar string and
She soaked a hanky in 3 Roses
And rubbed it on the spot
And drew a rickety heart and
A bent arrow and it hurt like hell
And Funeral Wells spun
Poodle Murphy on the target
As he threw his hardware,
Only once in Sheboygan did he miss
At a matinee on Diamond Pier and
She'd never let him forget it
They were doing two shows and she
Had a high fever and he took
Off a piece of her ear and
Tip Little told her she should
Leave the bum
But Poodle said, "He fetched me
Last time I run."
But I'd like to hammer this ring into a bullet
And I wish I had some whiskey and a gun
My dear
And I wish I had some whiskey and a gun my dear.
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9. |
Endless Lawns
06:54
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Afloat and all at sea / the stars align in threes.
They’re so fine and free in blue and in green
Like leaves on endless trees.
Come climb the sky with me.
Come hear and come to see
Melody in perfect symmetry
In love / in light / in key.
We chart from stars, lay too among islands
The night thick hair around us
And cold water lapping at the keel
Upon deck in damp air, we lie back
Feel our clothes turn wet to skin, and look for Orion’s belt
We look for Orion’s belt
Sky spills over us, so full
We forget about days
Out here when we touch, the earth turns
We go sailing through Islands of stars
Sink with the bears black fur. Drift in a dogs coat
Become comets that flare and orbit the night.
We sail highlands of stars
We sink with a bears black fur
We drift in a dogs coat
Become comets that flare and orbit the night
Come climb the sky with me.
Come hear and come to see
Melody in perfect symmetry
In love / in light / in key
In love / in light
In love / in light
In love / in light
In love / in light
In love / in light
In love / in light
In love / in light
In love / in light
In love / in light
In love / in light / in key
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10. |
This Is How We Do
01:16
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This Is How We Do
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Kurt Elling Chicago, Illinois
Renowned for his singular combination of robust swing and poetic insight, GRAMMY winner Kurt Elling has secured his place among the world’s foremost jazz vocalists. Declared “the standout male vocalist of our time” by The New York Times, Elling has garnered unprecedented accolades, including a fourteen-year run atop the DownBeat Critics Poll, as well as a dozen GRAMMY nominations ... more
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