Jazz ain't no thing to understand,
You gotta dig it.
Deep in that Freudian id,
Long past any conceptualized being,
Dig it primal-like.
Like a beating drum,
Vibrating you gut,
And screaming your fear,
Into a rivalry with the wind,
Scraping your feet,
To a dance older than dust,
Dig it hard.
Follow Paradise to Frisco in the 50's,
And roam the midnight bars in madness.
Spin some Parker and Gillespie,
And find cool solace in ethereal dreaming.
Chill out to the sketches of flamenco,
And find Davis in a mild shade of blue.
Calm your thoughts,
And feel it in your teeth,
Because jazz ain't no thing to understand,
You gotta dig it.
You gotta dig it.
Deep in that Freudian id,
Long past any conceptualized being,
Dig it primal-like.
Like a beating drum,
Vibrating you gut,
And screaming your fear,
Into a rivalry with the wind,
Scraping your feet,
To a dance older than dust,
Dig it hard.
Follow Paradise to Frisco in the 50's,
And roam the midnight bars in madness.
Spin some Parker and Gillespie,
And find cool solace in ethereal dreaming.
Chill out to the sketches of flamenco,
And find Davis in a mild shade of blue.
Calm your thoughts,
And feel it in your teeth,
Because jazz ain't no thing to understand,
You gotta dig it.
Tiwaz
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