He went and took up with a Salvation Army band girl who played dirty water on a swordfishtrombone. He went to sleep at the bottom of Tenkiller lake and he said “gee, but it’s great to be home”
The swimmer knows she’ll never touch the floor. She can float unharmed by murky wars and the land is as plain as her skin but the water shines like the star in her mind.
There’s math and there’s dealers and players and killers and me they say that they winners Okay, well, let’s see You pay or you play The rules of the trade The math of the days The times of the age Whatcha want? How you like? Aim high, man, why not?
Like two arms, open wide, some you welcome in and some must stay outside…Bowl of rice, bitter tea, Is this all the good earth has to offer me?
If all you ever get from the summit is the count of the fall of man, every call and cost made to your heart, you were in the kind of game that put the force in me…I was ever chasing fireflies…
Big men often tremble as they step aside; I thought I was big once, she changed my mind. She’s actual size, but she seems much bigger to me–I’ve never known anybody like her, she’s actual size. Nationwide, believe!
I know it’s been so long since we saw each other last, I’m sure we’ll find some way to make the time pass…Hey Moon, it’s just you and me tonight! Everyone else is asleep.
We’re charging our battery and now we’re full of energy. We are the robots. We’re functioning automatic and we are dancing mechanic. We are the robots. We are programmed just to do anything you want us to. We are the robots
We return to the jazz fold with this international chrestomathy of Creative Commons-licensed jazz, just for you.
Truckers pass calling out their handles to the kid. Chess Piece Face and The Big Duluth call her every day, “hammer down” and “rabbit ears” are the only words they know…If you pass the rabid child say “hammer down” for me.