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More than jazz?
07:43
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"The must be something more than jazz" he said
"We need a way to make it pay"
It's not enough just to get in the groove and to blow up a firestorm
And it's too late just to syncopate over rhythm and warm chords
'Cos the market's moved on - it's long gone
Yesterday's news, yesterday's blues, that's history
The market rules the world they say but the market is unruly
It grows then it blows like a bubble, and it robs you cruelly
But maybe there is something more than jazz
Who knows what lies beyond the curve?
It's not enough just to change the world
and to swing like a bar-room door
And fusion is fine but people don't have time to listen any more
Just keep it simple! One liners
Sentences short, no trains of thought, just soundbites
Maybe Miles and Coltrane could make it pay these days?
We just need to show that health is improved by an infectious groove
Maybe some people will start to get tired of that mindless jive?
Maybe things will swing our way.
Or maybe jazz is infinite and changeable?
Let's just play and the mystery could unfold........
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West Pennine breakdown
05:36
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Mental
05:10
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He had some strange ideas, he whispered in my ears
"It's not just physical it's mental too; the body may be weak
but let my spirit speak, because I can't think straight so close to you"
They used to use the words "quite insane"
Then they confused the heart with the brain
So if you're feeling tense and things stop making sense
It's not just physical it's mental too.
I'm in a mood, it's not the mood for love
How do I feel? Hey, I could squeal!
No guarantee I'm saying what I think
It's written on my heart in disappearing ink
Don't get the wrong idea if I should disappear
My body may be here, just not my mind
You may feel so damned sure that have found the cure
But still the mystery stays behind
For there are no fine lines, no navigation signs
Between the ghostly mind, flesh and blood
Don't miss the warning signs, the shivers down your spine
Because the physical is mental too
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Atlantic skies
03:14
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Used to be a singer
04:29
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Used to be a singer but I lost my voice
Used to have the drive, used to have the choice
Used to be a lover now I see no-one
Used to be with you but now you've gone
Used to be a dreamer now it's hard to sleep
Used to climb those mountains now they seem too steep
Used to chase the sun now I seek the shade
Used to be a singer now I fade
From my new perspective there's not much to lose
If I start again I could be anything I choose
There's an open window after all
Leading out - to who knows where?
Used to be a poet, now there's no reason or rhyme
Used to play to win, now I just play for time
But sometimes I can see a new world, I can feel a change
Staying where I am would be too strange
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Edge of the wilderness
03:27
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The waves
03:57
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Hell's cauldron
04:17
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Best time, best place
03:53
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It's the best place, the best time - but will you make the move?
It's got to be the best time, the best place we're ever gonna get to
There is good luck and bad luck, and chances you must take
Be sure that if you don't risk it sometimes
You bet your life for low stakes
You've been searching for this
A long time - seen it coming
Don't stop, holding back we'll just drift apart, just don't start!
It's a sharp shock, a space dock, a crisis we can use
'Cos you must never look down or back down
Just catch that wave and ride it.
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White water
03:24
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Fuzzy Logic
04:58
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Syncopation, happy but sad
Major but minor, sometimes good can be so bad
Sweet but sour too, so tight but so loose
Fuzzy logic - the fuzzy logic of the blues
Voice of oppression, white men can't play
A deal with the Devil when all hope has slipped away
Git it in your soul, let the bad times roll
Contradictions, fuzzy logic and the blues
You can alter them, bury them, somehow they still show through
Smash them, dissect them, grind them under your shoes
Acoustic, electric, country or town
They're picking you up, stitching you up, bringing you down
Funky logic teases and flirts
Hustles and shuffles - you're still laughing though it hurts
No win and no fee, but the blues break free
That's the magic, that's the logic of the blues
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Cordoba
02:48
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Deciduous
04:33
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Wild Weekend
03:34
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I packed up my new bag and I'm heading out
For a wild weekend, a wild weekend
I need some time and space away from here
And even better with a friend, um yeah
There's a place off the map we can hear the river flow
Cross the moor, climb the hills, see the world spread out below
The clouds are lifting - please let me change your mood
Let's take some chances, when you're with me life feels so good
Let's head up the West coast as the sun goes down
For a wild weekend, a wild weekend
And later we can see the stars and let things drift
No need to pretend on a wild weekend
We don't need GPS, we won't dress to impress
Let's forget the safety net - who needs to be rescued?
Looking for another sort of rhythm in my life just break out
Let's drift away for a wild weekend
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18. |
A Dorset hornpipe
04:07
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stephen godsall London, UK
Composer and multi-instrumentalist combining jazz, classical and experimental rock.
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