<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14601212</id><updated>2011-10-21T13:59:29.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyrics Outside of the Box of the Great American Songbook</title><subtitle type='html'>The jazz lyric is one of the most important devices for a singer. That is why I decided to start this blog. So that singers like myself can have a valuable resource to use. Most of the lyrics that I post will be for tunes outside of The Great American Songbook.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzlyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14601212/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzlyrics.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Saalik Ahmad Ziyad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814150403601429297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K_brMPgBn0U/TGCuy_dR5xI/AAAAAAAAAG4/_1qpS1TsRg0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14601212.post-6383323095661457626</id><published>2007-09-22T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T13:31:50.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruby My Dear aka Dear Ruby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_brMPgBn0U/RvVya-AXyYI/AAAAAAAAAD0/TMICRG_Dk94/s1600-h/tmonk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_brMPgBn0U/RvVya-AXyYI/AAAAAAAAAD0/TMICRG_Dk94/s200/tmonk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113118759595788674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a beautiful ballad that was written by Thelonius Monk. Sally Swisher wrote the beautiful lyrics to this piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruby my dear&lt;br /&gt;Hold back that tear&lt;br /&gt;I know he’s gone&lt;br /&gt;Your love has flown &lt;br /&gt;Your all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I know you cried&lt;br /&gt;There’s no reply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plainly Goes on&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t go &lt;br /&gt;Cause you say so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge&lt;br /&gt;One day he came to you and made the music play in his way&lt;br /&gt;You said you’d rather die&lt;br /&gt;Than say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there come a day&lt;br /&gt;Though he’s away&lt;br /&gt;You sing his song, you carry on &lt;br /&gt;Ruby my dear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14601212-6383323095661457626?l=jazzlyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzlyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/6383323095661457626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14601212&amp;postID=6383323095661457626' title='40 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14601212/posts/default/6383323095661457626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14601212/posts/default/6383323095661457626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzlyrics.blogspot.com/2007/09/ruby-my-dear-aka-dear-ruby.html' title='Ruby My Dear aka Dear Ruby'/><author><name>Saalik Ahmad Ziyad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814150403601429297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K_brMPgBn0U/TGCuy_dR5xI/AAAAAAAAAG4/_1qpS1TsRg0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_brMPgBn0U/RvVya-AXyYI/AAAAAAAAAD0/TMICRG_Dk94/s72-c/tmonk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>40</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14601212.post-114790245961989713</id><published>2006-05-17T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T14:59:10.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Remember Clifford</title><content type='html'>This is a tune written by the great saxophonist and composer Benny Golson. It is a tribute to the late, great trumpet player Clifford Brown. I believe the lyrics was written by Ray Charles. If I'm wrong, please feel free to correct me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e362/saalikjazz/rcharles-thumb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e362/saalikjazz/portrait-golson-small.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e362/saalikjazz/clifford.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Remember Clifford&lt;br /&gt;song - Benny Gloson&lt;br /&gt;lyrics - ray Charles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know he'll never be forgotten&lt;br /&gt;He was a king uncrowned&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll always remember&lt;br /&gt;The warmth of his sound&lt;br /&gt;Lingering long I'm sure he's still around&lt;br /&gt;For those who heard they respect him yet&lt;br /&gt;So those who hear won't forget&lt;br /&gt;The sound of each phrase&lt;br /&gt;Echoing time uncountable by days&lt;br /&gt;The things he played are with us now&lt;br /&gt;And they'll endure should time allow&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes I remember Clifford&lt;br /&gt;I seem to always fed him near somehow&lt;br /&gt;Every day I hear his lovely tone&lt;br /&gt;In every trumpet sound that has a beauty all its own&lt;br /&gt;So how can we say something so real has really gone away?&lt;br /&gt;I hear him now, I always will&lt;br /&gt;Believe me I remember Clifford still.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14601212-114790245961989713?l=jazzlyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzlyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/114790245961989713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14601212&amp;postID=114790245961989713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14601212/posts/default/114790245961989713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14601212/posts/default/114790245961989713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzlyrics.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-remember-clifford.html' title='I Remember Clifford'/><author><name>Saalik Ahmad Ziyad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814150403601429297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K_brMPgBn0U/TGCuy_dR5xI/AAAAAAAAAG4/_1qpS1TsRg0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14601212.post-114693764989389405</id><published>2006-05-06T10:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T10:47:29.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e362/saalikjazz/jazzaljarreauinterviewphoto.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music - Dave Brubeck&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics - Al Jarreau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't you stop and take a little &lt;br /&gt;Time out with me, just take five &lt;br /&gt;Stop your busy day and take the &lt;br /&gt;Time out to see if I'm alive &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I'm going out of my way &lt;br /&gt;Just so I can pass by each day &lt;br /&gt;Not a single word do we say &lt;br /&gt;It's a pantomime and not a play &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I know our eyes often meet &lt;br /&gt;I feel tingles down to my feet &lt;br /&gt;When you smile, that's much too discreet &lt;br /&gt;Sends me on my way &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it be better not to be so polite &lt;br /&gt;You could offer a light &lt;br /&gt;Start a little conversation now, it's alright &lt;br /&gt;Just take five, just take five &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ IMPROVISATION ~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat from 2nd verse to end)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14601212-114693764989389405?l=jazzlyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzlyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/114693764989389405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14601212&amp;postID=114693764989389405' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14601212/posts/default/114693764989389405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14601212/posts/default/114693764989389405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzlyrics.blogspot.com/2006/05/take-five_06.html' title='Take Five'/><author><name>Saalik Ahmad Ziyad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814150403601429297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K_brMPgBn0U/TGCuy_dR5xI/AAAAAAAAAG4/_1qpS1TsRg0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14601212.post-114693754363336373</id><published>2006-05-06T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T10:45:43.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e362/saalikjazz/jazzaljarreauinterviewphoto.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spain&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;(Music by Chick chorea, Words by Al Jareau)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adagio ----&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, just a photograph of yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;And all it's edges folded and the corners faded sleepy brown.&lt;br /&gt;And yet it's all I have of our past love,&lt;br /&gt;A post script to it's ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brighter days, I can see such brighter days.&lt;br /&gt;When every song we sang is sung again.&lt;br /&gt;And now we know, we know this time it's for good.&lt;br /&gt;And we're lovers once again...and you're near me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse I&lt;br /&gt;- -------&lt;br /&gt;I can remember the rain in December, the leaves of brown, on the ground...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Spain I did love and adore you!&lt;br /&gt;The nights filled with joy were our yesterdays&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow will bring you near me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge&lt;br /&gt;- ------&lt;br /&gt;I can recall my desire&lt;br /&gt;Every reverie is on fire&lt;br /&gt;And I get a picture of all my yesterdays,&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I can say.&lt;br /&gt;I get a kick every time they play...that spain again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse II&lt;br /&gt;- --------&lt;br /&gt;I can remember the rain in December, the leaves of brown, on the ground...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our love was a spanish fiesta&lt;br /&gt;The bright lights and songs were our joy each day!&lt;br /&gt;And the nights were the heat of yearning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge&lt;br /&gt;- ------&lt;br /&gt;I can recall my desire&lt;br /&gt;Every reverie is on fire&lt;br /&gt;And I get a picture of all my yesterdays,&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I can say.&lt;br /&gt;I get a kick every time I see...you gaze at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse III&lt;br /&gt;- ---------&lt;br /&gt;I see moments of history&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes meet mine and they dance to the melody&lt;br /&gt;And we live again, as if dreaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound of our hearts beat like castenettes&lt;br /&gt;And forever we'll know their meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solos's - 2 verses&lt;br /&gt;- ------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse IV&lt;br /&gt;- --------&lt;br /&gt;You gaze at me...I see moments of history.&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes meet mine and they dance to the melody.&lt;br /&gt;And we live again, as if dreaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound of our hearts beat like castenettes&lt;br /&gt;And forever we'll know their meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vocal solos - 2 verses&lt;br /&gt;- ----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse IV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge --&gt; ritard...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14601212-114693754363336373?l=jazzlyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzlyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/114693754363336373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14601212&amp;postID=114693754363336373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14601212/posts/default/114693754363336373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14601212/posts/default/114693754363336373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzlyrics.blogspot.com/2006/05/spain.html' title='Spain'/><author><name>Saalik Ahmad Ziyad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814150403601429297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K_brMPgBn0U/TGCuy_dR5xI/AAAAAAAAAG4/_1qpS1TsRg0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14601212.post-114659960989925975</id><published>2006-05-02T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T12:54:40.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Sunflower: Freddie Hubbard, Leon Thomas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e362/saalikjazz/thomas_leon_leonthoma_103b.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are lyrics that Leon Thomas used from singing Little Sunflower by Freddie Hubbard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty beyond compare&lt;br /&gt;The rainbow in your hair&lt;br /&gt;Little sunflower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your people proud and strong&lt;br /&gt;Wise with ancestor long&lt;br /&gt;Little sunflower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunlight from your father&lt;br /&gt;Shining on the sea of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moonlight from your mother&lt;br /&gt;Giving for the milk of life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14601212-114659960989925975?l=jazzlyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzlyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/114659960989925975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14601212&amp;postID=114659960989925975' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14601212/posts/default/114659960989925975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14601212/posts/default/114659960989925975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzlyrics.blogspot.com/2006/05/little-sunflower-freddie-hubbard-leon.html' title='Little Sunflower: Freddie Hubbard, Leon Thomas'/><author><name>Saalik Ahmad Ziyad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814150403601429297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K_brMPgBn0U/TGCuy_dR5xI/AAAAAAAAAG4/_1qpS1TsRg0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14601212.post-112510023236203943</id><published>2005-08-26T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T16:50:32.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moody's Mood For Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4309/1175/1600/eddie%20jefferson%20the%20jazz%20singer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4309/1175/400/eddie%20jefferson%20the%20jazz%20singer.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a vocalese that Eddie Jefferson wrote to James Moody's solo in the song &lt;strong&gt;I'm in the Mood for Love&lt;/strong&gt; (McHugh, Fields)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vocalese is when someone takes an intrumental solo in a jazz peice or any piece and writes lyrics to it. Jon Hendrics and Eddie Jefferson are the godfathers of vocalese. I will discuss more in detail later about those two great musicians. But here is the great lyric:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moody's Mood For Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I go, there I go, there I go, there I go&lt;br /&gt;Pretty baby you are the soul, that snaps my control&lt;br /&gt;Such a funny thing but everytime your near me&lt;br /&gt;I never can behave&lt;br /&gt;You give me a smile and I'm wrapped up in your magic&lt;br /&gt;There′s music all around me &lt;br /&gt;Crazy music, music that keeps calling me so&lt;br /&gt;Baby close to you, turns me your slave&lt;br /&gt;Come on and do with me any little thing that you want to&lt;br /&gt;Anything, baby just let me get next to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am I insane or do I really see heaven in your eyes?&lt;br /&gt;Bright as stars that shine up above you&lt;br /&gt;In the clear blue sky, how I worry bout you&lt;br /&gt;Just can't live my life without you&lt;br /&gt;Baby come here, don't have no fear&lt;br /&gt;Oh, is there wonder why&lt;br /&gt;I'm really feeling in the mood for love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me why, stop to think about this weather, my dear&lt;br /&gt;This little dream might fade away&lt;br /&gt;There I go talking out of my head again baby won't you&lt;br /&gt;come and put our two hearts together&lt;br /&gt;That would make me strong and brave&lt;br /&gt;Oh, when we are one, I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid&lt;br /&gt;If there's a cloud up above us&lt;br /&gt;Go on and let in rain&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure our love together would endure a hurricane&lt;br /&gt;Oh my baby won't you please let me love you &lt;br /&gt;And get a release from this awful misery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is all this talk about loving me, my sweet&lt;br /&gt;I am not afraid, not anymore, not like before&lt;br /&gt;Don't you understand me, now baby please&lt;br /&gt;Pull yourself together, do it very soon&lt;br /&gt;My heart's on fire, come on and take&lt;br /&gt;I'll be what you make me, my darling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, you make me feel so good&lt;br /&gt;Let me take you by the hand&lt;br /&gt;Come let us visit out there&lt;br /&gt;In that new promised land &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there we can find&lt;br /&gt;A good place to keep a lovin' state of mind&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired of being without it&lt;br /&gt;And never knew what love was all about&lt;br /&gt;James Moody would you come on hit me, &lt;br /&gt;you can blow now if you want to, I'm through&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14601212-112510023236203943?l=jazzlyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzlyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/112510023236203943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14601212&amp;postID=112510023236203943' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14601212/posts/default/112510023236203943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14601212/posts/default/112510023236203943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzlyrics.blogspot.com/2005/08/moodys-mood-for-love.html' title='Moody&apos;s Mood For Love'/><author><name>Saalik Ahmad Ziyad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814150403601429297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K_brMPgBn0U/TGCuy_dR5xI/AAAAAAAAAG4/_1qpS1TsRg0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14601212.post-112405774200750604</id><published>2005-08-14T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T15:15:42.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Bossa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4309/1175/1600/jazzvox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4309/1175/320/jazzvox.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Blue Bossa&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; music by Kenny Dorham, lyrics by Tim Brent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now the dance begins just me and you&lt;br /&gt;Dancing on a cloud of midnight hue&lt;br /&gt;Holding you so close, my thoughts of love begin.&lt;br /&gt;Here with you, Our bossa blue, I'll stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The haunting melody just lingers on,&lt;br /&gt;While the rhythm flows until the dawn.&lt;br /&gt;With our hearts entwined this midnight rendevous,&lt;br /&gt;Here with you, our bossa blue will play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I can find for Blue Bossa. Tim Brent who is a great arranger wrote a nice arrangement for this tune. Any questions just hit me up with an email.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14601212-112405774200750604?l=jazzlyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzlyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/112405774200750604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14601212&amp;postID=112405774200750604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14601212/posts/default/112405774200750604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14601212/posts/default/112405774200750604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzlyrics.blogspot.com/2005/08/blue-bossa.html' title='Blue Bossa'/><author><name>Saalik Ahmad Ziyad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814150403601429297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K_brMPgBn0U/TGCuy_dR5xI/AAAAAAAAAG4/_1qpS1TsRg0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14601212.post-112171603311882405</id><published>2005-07-18T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T12:47:13.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4309/1175/1600/dizzygillespie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4309/1175/400/dizzygillespie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Night in Tunisia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Charlie Parker, Dizzie Gillespie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moon is the same moon above you&lt;br /&gt;A glow with its cool evening light&lt;br /&gt;But shining at night in Tunisia&lt;br /&gt;Never does it shine so bright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stars are aglow in the heavens&lt;br /&gt;But only the wise understand&lt;br /&gt;That shining at night in Tunisia&lt;br /&gt;They guide you through the desert sand&lt;br /&gt;Words fail, to tell a tale&lt;br /&gt;Too exotic to be told&lt;br /&gt;Each night's a deeper night&lt;br /&gt;In a world ages old&lt;br /&gt;The cares of the day seem to vanish&lt;br /&gt;The ending of day brings release&lt;br /&gt;Each wonderful night in Tunisia&lt;br /&gt;Where the nights are filled with peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14601212-112171603311882405?l=jazzlyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzlyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/112171603311882405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14601212&amp;postID=112171603311882405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14601212/posts/default/112171603311882405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14601212/posts/default/112171603311882405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzlyrics.blogspot.com/2005/07/night-in-tunisia-charlie-parker-dizzie.html' title=''/><author><name>Saalik Ahmad Ziyad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814150403601429297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K_brMPgBn0U/TGCuy_dR5xI/AAAAAAAAAG4/_1qpS1TsRg0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14601212.post-112171445107084751</id><published>2005-07-18T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T12:34:15.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not yet Posted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4309/1175/1600/jazzsinger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4309/1175/400/jazzsinger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main Entry: jazz&lt;br /&gt;Pronunciation: 'jaz&lt;br /&gt;Function: noun&lt;br /&gt;Usage: often attributive&lt;br /&gt;Etymology: origin unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 a : American music developed especially from ragtime and blues and characterized by propulsive syncopated rhythms, polyphonic ensemble playing, varying degrees of improvisation, and often deliberate distortions of pitch and timbre&lt;br /&gt;b : popular dance music influenced by jazz and played in a loud rhythmic manner&lt;br /&gt;2 : empty talk : HUMBUG &lt;spouted&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 : similar but unspecified things : STUFF &lt;that&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main Entry:lyr·ic&lt;br /&gt;Pronunciation: 'lir-ik&lt;br /&gt;Function: noun1 : a lyric composition; specifically : a lyric poem&lt;br /&gt;2 : the words of a song -- often used in plural&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14601212-112171445107084751?l=jazzlyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzlyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/112171445107084751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14601212&amp;postID=112171445107084751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14601212/posts/default/112171445107084751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14601212/posts/default/112171445107084751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzlyrics.blogspot.com/2005/07/not-yet-posted.html' title='Not yet Posted'/><author><name>Saalik Ahmad Ziyad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814150403601429297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K_brMPgBn0U/TGCuy_dR5xI/AAAAAAAAAG4/_1qpS1TsRg0/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
