Blow your gills out
with Miles Davis, mellow n kind of blue
relax in black 'n white ways 'n days
all; all the jazz kit
Go on a blues Holiday Billie
away with the Jones’s Nora
get some Rays with Charles
Lenard needs his raincoat
he’s Cohen, hallelujah
hey that’s no way to say goodbye
Jason’s going 93 million Mras
to see if he can Bossa Nova
Amy’s gone the Winehouse with Mr Jones
Ronnie’s off up Scott
not Holland seeking Jools
or Lincoln looking for Abbey
with all; all the jazz kit
Immersed in Ethel Waters
Roberta took some Flack
and Charlie had to Parker
Ellington was no Duke
to some, 50 years ensemble king
he said; it don’t mean a thing
Courtney doesn’t Pine or sing
Benny, who stomped at the Savoy
was a Goodman, not a bad boy
Eartha wanted to be evil
but was so good
for Christmas she got nothing
she got nothing for Christmas
but had it all; all the jazz Kitt.
It is true I write about you
In my journal every day or two.
But this present with your ex
Is getting way too complex.
I am almost to the stage
Where there comes a last page.
It is really getting quite hard
In hand, I’ve a single card.
I don’t want to lay it down
But lately all you do is frown.
Is it that I am so dang bad
You want to have what you had.
All I can do is make a promise
You are the only one I kiss.
I want it to be you and me
Without the number three!
I keep thinking I’m not the one
But I don’t want us to be done.
Maybe I am just always wrong
Please babe, show me we belong.
Dedicated to: Jeffrey Lenard
It feels like this is a game you like to play
I really do want to believe what you say.
I don’t know if I am just not good enough
Maybe all this is supposed to make me tough.
Sometimes I just sit and think about everything
Listening to the love songs that people sing.
Right now I am very confused about us
I don’t want our relationship to end in a fuss.
It is true that I feel comfort when held by you
In my heart there is something left for you to do.
Please stop and think about what you are feeling
And whether or not your heart is through healing.
I have told you before that I’m not done mending
To say I don’t have feelings for you, I’d be pretending.
You tried to get me to promise, over you, not to cry
But yet I said I could not , I just continue to try.
Dedicated to: Jeffrey Lenard