Well here I am
Right back where I was yesterday
The day before
And the day before that
Sitting on a high bar stool
Holding my dreams up to the sound of jazz music
I live uptown. Where I don’t exactly know, but
I’m always down town
And it seems I’m always with the blues
I talk to myself in public places and hum jazz tunes
I love jazz
But soon I have to make it up town to that old furnished room of mine
I guess that’s why I stall so long down town
But I like the cafe bars down here
Especially the ones across the streets from theaters
I once wanted to be on the stage
But this is the closest I’ll ever get to one
I couldn’t afford a seat next to the ceiling
That was jazz music you heard blasting out
Now I’ve got 15 cents between me and starvation
And I’d probably have to walk all the way up town
Cause I’m playing that music again
You see, I love jazz music

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That’s pretty music, boy
Pretty but it ain’t really pretty
It ain’t like girls in magazines
It’s beautiful
It’s terribly beautiful, man
Say like a woman you might've been with last night
Or say an hour ago

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Sad huh
Sorta reminds of that old building I live in
My room, looking out over Harlem and [?]
Now, now catch this
Dig!

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Now here I am standing at the window in my old building
It’s nighttime in Harlem
I sure wish I could just relax and be cool
But it’s just like my mother said
Don’t cause nothing to wish, Jack
Now here comes old Bob with a mouthfull of jive
I know he's coming right here
Yeah I hear you talkin' Jim
No company tonight man, no, my record machine is in the pawn shop
Man, stop talkin' so loud before you wake my landlady up and she remembers I haven't paid my rent in three weeks
Aw man, who cares?
Go, man, go
Let me be cool
Open that door!
Please let me be cool man
I know you're in there!
Why don't you please stop that noise?
Open the door!
I want that ring!
Would you please stop all of that confusion?
Please just let me be!
Please get away from my door!
Would you please go?
Please, be quiet
I just want to be cool man
Man, you oughta see this old room of mine
Every morning I wake up and look around me
And I keep thinking, I must have died a hundred years during the night
And I wonder about that, Jack, yes I wonder, like how I ever got here
Because I don't have any plans of dying that fast

I guess I'm the only man in the world who wakes up to jazz music in the morning
But I guess, I can't say exactly why but, I kinda find it solemn like a hymn
You know I had a two bedroom with my mother when I was back home and I woke up in the morning time digging sounds
My moms did dig, she just didn't go for it
Bird, Miles and Max, she couldn't see it
Morning, afternoon, night or evening time
That is until I played her some Monk one night, late
Round about midnight time
I played her some Monk. Thelonius, that is
And now Moms spends many of her nights in Tunisia

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Yeah, early in the mornin’ time
Late in the night time
I’m with the blues
Sometimes I’m laughing and having myself a ball
And that’s why Bob keeps telling me that the blues ain’t all up there in that old room
Like sometimes it’s dancing and struts like a woman
Skips and hops like children playing ball
And maybe that’s why I always manage to change once in a while
Even with the blues
Whether I like it or not, I love the idea of living, man
And sometimes it’s tough, man
And I don’t mean tough like when Miles is grooving with his horn
I mean tough like when I can’t make that morning meal
When I’m ducking the landlady, when everything I have is in hot
Like when I think, when I think about all the places I haven’t been and won’t ever like to get there
But I think maybe I will, yes that’s the way I think
Like the song says, the sun gonna shine in my back door someday
All the way down to the bottom of my stomach and up again, that’s the way I feel
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Pretty, man
But not pretty
Beautiful like a woman
A real woman