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Yo. From a whisper, barely a breath, to a front-page roar/  EAST COAST JAZZ  in the fifties, sixties/
 Not just blowing trumpets, but blowing up the jazz scene jazz/
 LPs stacked high vinyl spinnin’, cracklin' truth in every hip-to-be way. Jazz LPs, popin'’ the Truth, etched in black and white/ modern Jazz on the HIFI/
Jazz woke the airwaves up and made the radio take notice; everything felt right. Radio turned on, folks got wise and understood, and Jazz got the blood pumpin' in the mean streets day or night/
 If you wanted to be hip to the now, the real, the raw, Late-night clubbing and listening was law, absolute law/
 Ornette Coleman, man, a wild, horn-blowin’ free-to-be jazz king  machine/  Free jazz founder/ hear his  freedom RING!/
 Then there's Mingus, righteous anger in his bass, Collective improv, settin' souls ablaze. Lay into "East Coasting," on Bethlehem Records, and let the music soak you down/
 Starch your mind with Mingus, that ain't no stereophonic joke! No cover charge here, baby, just pure, unbridled bebop to the  cool Miles sound/
 A caravan of cats, late-night jams, playin’ something new and bold, Europe callin', TWA Flight 978 ready to take flight/
 The Big Apple throbbed, a concrete, jazz-filled hang, Saxophone Colossus,  Sonny Rollins, so raw, New York summer Hot Rollins, defying every jazz law/
 Moody and quirky, a genius in disguise/ Influencing the young horns, reaching for the skies/
 Sonny Rollins, deep in jazz thought on a  New York big city day/
 Sonny wrote a brand new Jazz Forever heavy  page/
 The jazz world exploded, on the silver screen, a fifty-cent ticket was your  soundtrack to life, a vibrant, vital scene/
 "Take Five," baby, the pulse, the driving soul on a  jazz beat on  stage/
 I'm on the  Lex Ave Trane, headin' for Groove Street! hold on, hold tight, let Abbey Lincoln sing, while we map our next gig, let’s name our new LP/ the Big Vibe/
 Yeah…  East Coast jazz… never really dies… spinnin’ vintage jazz LPs to keep my head alive/
 ECJ  morphs… and lives… in our own soulful eyes. Give me a holler give me a shout I’m talkin’ what’s It all about/ Want to be hip? Want to be in the know? Then listen late at night, and let the jazz sounds flow.
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