The impression of Afro Blue and of the promise
He was the cream, he was the wise one
Fulfillin' the needs and plantin' the seeds of a jazz thing
The original invisible, playing great music
To Chicago, bringin' the New Orleans groove
I love jazz music
And even [Incomprehensible], and this is real history
For then it landed, on American soil
Scheamin' on the meaning of a jazz thing
Ms. Billie Holiday
His conception, was [Incomprehensible]
Feet move, to the beat of the t'balo
Defining how a beat could be so complete
I love jazz music
No mistakes were made with the notes he played
And when Satchmo blew, the audience knew
Now listen see, the real mystery is how music history
King Oliver's group was a train comin' through
It's roots are in the sounds of the African
Charlie Mingus, such nimble fingers
That pretended he originated
Or should I say the mother, bringin' us back again
Through the sweat, the blood and the toil
I love jazz music
'Cause when Betty Carter sings a song
Now there's young cats blowin'
With notes as words and haven't you heard
And more and more people, yes they will be knowin'
The music called Jazz
It was music, great to dance to
And you won't refuse it
And as the facts unfold, remember who foretold
Jazz ain't the past, this music's gonna last
Pain they felt, but it helped them to maintain
By those who said that jazz was on it's deathbed
Now dig the story and follow
We came with a strong flow and continue to grow
A jazz thing
And this music ain't dead, so don't be misled
Sonny Rollins, tenor saxophone
I wonder why the Bangles couldn't use it
Byrd?
She's takin' her time, makin' the nuances rhyme
I love jazz music
Relaying a message, revealing the essence of a jazz thing
Jazz music, jazz music, jazz music
A jazz thing
And contended that he innovated a jazz thing
Ringin' smooth in all the listener's ears
Playing with ferocity, thinkin' with velocity
Bass drum talking, snare drum rocking
St. Louis blues, they were all the news
Hear, "Praise the Lord," shouted on chain gangs
About ornithology, or anthropology
A star glowing bright among dim lights
With a big old tone, recitin' poems
From the drummin' on the Congo
Jazz music, jazz music
Created by white men or any other white man
That was not kept, he was a giant step
Great to romance to, with a lot to say to you
The real be-bop, so let me talk about
Droppin' the bass, all over the place
He was another soul man
And Max Roach, cymbals socking
The 90's, will be the decade of a jazz thing
Ain't nuttin' goin' on, but simply good music
Diz' and Byrd, givin' the word
Of course we know who can really blow
Next stop butter, right past Oleo
Scott Joplin's rags, Bessie Smith's blues
Jazz music, jazz music
In the 40's came be-bop, the first be-bop
John Coltrane, a man supreme
Basil Street blues was the whole house tune
The critics did cite that he sounded alright
And there was Ornette Coleman
Theolonious Monk, a melodious thunk
Restructuring the metaphysics of a jazz thing
