Wang dang dang guh ditty, wang: wanga ooh!
wang:dang;ah ditty
wang danga ditty
wanga dang ah eh-ooh!
Womanizers and rakes!
wanga danga dity do woop ohh!
dang dang do!
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I stand to speak the Do-den-ah's
ah- ooh we
skit danttin do-woop-do-wah
skit dat-ditin we
ah she gally I do!
ah she gally ooh!
skit dattin dolly ooh!
ooh we ah
ooh we ah
ah we ooh!
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-----laid back------------------
woogie boogie
clap yeah yeah
ah that's the stuff!
ooh we ah ooh ah
Baby baby I can't get enuff!
Love your grind
makes me do the morning grin
kissey kissey
do your thang
Thats the kinda love
I'm in!
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A "sleazy" big band sound is
often characterized by
slow-to-mid-tempo swing
, heavy, muted brass,
and a dark, gritty atmosphere
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Gentle fog
descends from the rooftops
as sleek tuxes
evening gowns
crowd the velvet rope below
Breathy sax notes
drift out to the sidewalk
through the open front door
all gravelly and clear
breakin every rule
makin it up right on the spot
soft piano and bass
behind him
just comping while he jams
Couples in line
for the second show
lean forward
to steal a listen
check their wristwatch
Drummer gets frantic
with a blast beat
on the cymbals and snare
sayin it's his turn now
then settles down
to a quick steady bounce
from the corner
of groove and feel
Banana liqueur
in a tall chilled glass
makes that long wait outside
almost worth it:
tropical refreshment
with just a hint of hibiscus
a delightfully
sweet
jazzy
kick
Effortless
lilting
lyrical
their chemistry builds
as the house lights dim
cool
laid back
relaxed
getting you in the mood
for anything
Alto sax sends out postcards
up and down the G blues scale
amber spots in the ceiling
light up lounge lizards
sipping signature cocktails
absorbing the atmosphere
on a stone gone classic night out
Drummer shuffles
feathering the kick drum
while comping on the snare
keeping his eyes on the waitress
he knows this beat
by heart
I have been busy comping
over the last few days.
Just hitting a few chords
here and there,
trying to keep up
with the song that's
being played,
staying in the moment,
well within myself,
not ready for a solo,
hoping that I
won't be called,
but ready to throw out
a few bluesy chords
if , no doubt, I have to.
Just waiting for that phrase
or note, that will
set my own juices going
to construct a melody,
of course,
that will blow
you guys away.
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