Soul Of Pittsburgh Jazz
© Surazeus
2018 02
After working all day blowing red glass,
I am going down to the Crawford Grill
to eat fried burger and listen to Jazz
because Rose Star-Eyes is playing on the bill.
When Billy Eckstine steps out on the stage
and Stanley Turrentine plays saxophone
they wail sweet sorrow from the silver page
and ring harmony through water and stone.
The fingers of Earl Hines dance on white keys,
racing through the labyrinth of harmony
to weave moonlight into sweet melodies
that reveal old secrets of Liberty.
Standing in the light from one blazing star,
Roy Eldridge makes the universe vibrate
while playing trumpet at the Hurricane Bar
that leads us back to love from blinding hate.
While misery and sorrow stalk the dark streets
we gather in smoky bar where Rose sings,
swinging with rhymes of heart-enchanting beats
which gives every lost soul new angel wings.
Our song of love wails at the aching night,
sparking love to endure against bleak death
so our frail bodies glitter with pure light
as we dance forever with cosmic breath.
What resurrects me from the silent grave
but endless music of elegant class
that writhes from our spirits we want to save
and vanishes with soul of Pittsburgh Jazz.
The bankers with glasses in tall glass towers
send bulldozers to tear down our Jazz bars,
driving us into waste land without flowers
so we sing heartache under naked stars.
© Surazeus
2018 02
After working all day blowing red glass,
I am going down to the Crawford Grill
to eat fried burger and listen to Jazz
because Rose Star-Eyes is playing on the bill.
When Billy Eckstine steps out on the stage
and Stanley Turrentine plays saxophone
they wail sweet sorrow from the silver page
and ring harmony through water and stone.
The fingers of Earl Hines dance on white keys,
racing through the labyrinth of harmony
to weave moonlight into sweet melodies
that reveal old secrets of Liberty.
Standing in the light from one blazing star,
Roy Eldridge makes the universe vibrate
while playing trumpet at the Hurricane Bar
that leads us back to love from blinding hate.
While misery and sorrow stalk the dark streets
we gather in smoky bar where Rose sings,
swinging with rhymes of heart-enchanting beats
which gives every lost soul new angel wings.
Our song of love wails at the aching night,
sparking love to endure against bleak death
so our frail bodies glitter with pure light
as we dance forever with cosmic breath.
What resurrects me from the silent grave
but endless music of elegant class
that writhes from our spirits we want to save
and vanishes with soul of Pittsburgh Jazz.
The bankers with glasses in tall glass towers
send bulldozers to tear down our Jazz bars,
driving us into waste land without flowers
so we sing heartache under naked stars.
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