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Kind Of Blue (For Miles Davis) Woodlawn Cemetery, Bronx Ny 1991 Before they could lower Miles into the damp, dark ground Two of the PALL BEARERS Thought they heard musical sounds Before the Preacher could say Turn your BiblesTo Acts, The preacher paused. After he read Deuteronomy He looked back But there was nothing there But deep under the sepulchers Six feet below the sand The Spirits realized it was jus’ ColTrane and Gillespie Warmin’ up the band And a hundred corpses started Creeping' out those coffins Sayin', We don’t get parties round here often And those Trom Bones started rattling Those Trom Bones rattled Like they were audition for Ezekial Like they were auditioning for Ezekiel And MILES was ready for his musical sequel And MILES said Is everyone here dead?? And they said, Do we look Dead? And started snapping their fingers And bobbling their heads And they started to sing and shimmy and sway In A Silent Way And Miles asked the Dead Man with the horn Where am I? How long do we get to play? He said, We ain't got long, Son The Shovels are on the way The shovels are always on the way And Miles crawled out of that casket To a vertical stand And Tommy put a horn in his hand Miles stood on the tallest tombstome And he played like a Boogey Man He played like a Boogey Man And then Mingus appeared, saying Miles?? Can I give you a hand? And Miles put his wrinkled Black lips on that horn And sucked it like it like it was a breast And he felt like he was a Newborn And he pulled music deep in his chest And he played like there was no tomorrow Because there wasn’t one He hesitated And they said, It’s alright Son And he played Vibrato And he played G sharp And he played sweeter Then Caesars harp Then Miles looked sad eyed And thought back to 1945 Shooting heroin with Bird recalling those sad words: “Hey Miles” “Yeah Bird” This is kind enough to kill you And show up at your funeral too.” And Miles said, Yeah it’s es Brew It’s a es Brew He laughed, Crazy of Ol’ Coleman To tell me to stay away from you And that heroin went down Their veins Like a Macy’s escalator Then they went back up to their brains like an elevator And Bird was dead ten years later And Miles went back even further in his mind 1944, East Saint Louis, when he met Billy Eckstine He pressed Play, fast forward and rewind Then he thought about Webster and Navarro And he was filled with sorrow Miles cried as he cleared his throat But He saved The Sweetest note for alton, Illinois Where he played as a boy And was his mother’s joy: “I think God himself made the piano Now the Devil made the trumpet A day later tryna show God off…" She faded with words real soft That thought was interrupted Miles, We gotta hurry The comin’ with the shovels They told Miles not to worry And those Spirits knew the party Was coming to an end And Miles played one last note To the sun, to the wind HE PLAYED THOSE I-Aint-Done-Gettin-Down-Blues Those What If-heaven- Doesn’t-have-a-fifty-second-street Just-give-me-one-more-minute-Blues And then he brought to an end That syncopated tune Someone whispered, We know "It always ends too soon. It always ends too soon." And the music stopped playin And they confiscated those horns Like a New York pawn shop And that party came to a stop And every ghost went back to his tomb ANd Mingus said, Goodbye Miles It’s a long way to Bangledesh. You stay out of trouble And then they saw the shovels The very next morning The Undertaker saw a Brass pipe on the ground Where it came from he didn’t have a clue But the Corpses knew But if he had looked up, Miles and MILES up into the sky He would have noticed The more Ominous clue The Sky wasn’t white Or Opaque or even Grey It was was Kind of Blue

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Kind Of Blue (For Miles Davis) Woodlawn Cemetery, Bronx Ny 1991 Before they could lower Miles into the damp, dark ground Two of the PALL BEARERS Thought they heard musical sounds Before the Preacher could say Turn your BiblesTo Acts, The preacher paused. After he read Deuteronomy He looked back But there was nothing there But deep under the sepulchers Six feet below the sand The Spirits realized it was jus’ ColTrane and Gillespie Warmin’ up the band And a hundred corpses started Creeping' out those coffins Sayin', We don’t get parties round here often And those Trom Bones started rattling Those Trom Bones rattled Like they were audition for Ezekial Like they were auditioning for Ezekiel And MILES was ready for his musical sequel And MILES said Is everyone here dead?? And they said, Do we look Dead? And started snapping their fingers And bobbling their heads And they started to sing and shimmy and sway In A Silent Way And Miles asked the Dead Man with the horn Where am I? How long do we get to play? He said, We ain't got long, Son The Shovels are on the way The shovels are always on the way And Miles crawled out of that casket To a vertical stand And Tommy put a horn in his hand Miles stood on the tallest tombstome And he played like a Boogey Man He played like a Boogey Man And then Mingus appeared, saying Miles?? Can I give you a hand? And Miles put his wrinkled Black lips on that horn And sucked it like it like it was a breast And he felt like he was a Newborn And he pulled music deep in his chest And he played like there was no tomorrow Because there wasn’t one He hesitated And they said, It’s alright Son And he played Vibrato And he played G sharp And he played sweeter Then Caesars harp Then Miles looked sad eyed And thought back to 1945 Shooting heroin with Bird recalling those sad words: “Hey Miles” “Yeah Bird” This is kind enough to kill you And show up at your funeral too.” And Miles said, Yeah it’s es Brew It’s a es Brew He laughed, Crazy of Ol’ Coleman To tell me to stay away from you And that heroin went down Their veins Like a Macy’s escalator Then they went back up to their brains like an elevator And Bird was dead ten years later And Miles went back even further in his mind 1944, East Saint Louis, when he met Billy Eckstine He pressed Play, fast forward and rewind Then he thought about Webster and Navarro And he was filled with sorrow Miles cried as he cleared his throat But He saved The Sweetest note for alton, Illinois Where he played as a boy And was his mother’s joy: “I think God himself made the piano Now the Devil made the trumpet A day later tryna show God off…" She faded with words real soft That thought was interrupted Miles, We gotta hurry The comin’ with the shovels They told Miles not to worry And those Spirits knew the party Was coming to an end And Miles played one last note To the sun, to the wind HE PLAYED THOSE I-Aint-Done-Gettin-Down-Blues Those What If-heaven- Doesn’t-have-a-fifty-second-street Just-give-me-one-more-minute-Blues And then he brought to an end That syncopated tune Someone whispered, We know "It always ends too soon. It always ends too soon." And the music stopped playin And they confiscated those horns Like a New York pawn shop And that party came to a stop And every ghost went back to his tomb ANd Mingus said, Goodbye Miles It’s a long way to Bangledesh. You stay out of trouble And then they saw the shovels The very next morning The Undertaker saw a Brass pipe on the ground Where it came from he didn’t have a clue But the Corpses knew But if he had looked up, Miles and MILES up into the sky He would have noticed The more Ominous clue The Sky wasn’t white Or Opaque or even Grey It was was Kind of Blue