Blues After Miles (So What?)
This is called.......................So What?
This is called.......................Comping.
(solo)
So you think you know the rhyme? So What?
So you think you know the reason? So what
So you think you know the ..............seasons
that frame my mind?.........................So what?
So you think you can refine? So What?
So you think you can determine? So What?
So you think you'll steal the...........essence
of all that's mine?............................So What?
(solo) Well, you can't and you never will, and I know that,
that I can take off and leave you standing there still.
So what does that, what does that mean to me?
I don't think about it, and I probably never, never
will.
So what does that mean to you? It means you need
to find it,
need to find your own dam voice. Nothing too cute yet,
you can't,
can't think about it too much.
Oh well, I've told you once or twice, maybe, maybe
much more than that, that
none of this comes easy to me. Baby I worked my ass
off. It takes more than practice
or some mental exercise to do what I do.
It depends, it depends on you my friend, if you want to play,
really play,
really play with me.
Give it a try now,
I'm willing to listen to you, my friend,
give it a try right now.
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