歌曲名 A Colloquial Dream 歌手名 Charles Mingus

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作曲：Charles Mingus

Well here I am right back where I was yesterday

And the day before and the day before that

Sitting on a high barstool

Holding my dreams up to the sound of Jazz music

I live uptown where I don't exactly know

I'm always downtown

And it seems I'm always with the blues

I talk to myself in public places and hum Jazz tunes

I love Jazz

But soon I hafta make it uptown

To that old furnished room of mine

I guess thats why I stall so long downtown

But I like the Cafe bars down here

Especially the ones across the street from theartres

I once wanted to be on the stage

But this is the closest I'll ever get to one

I couldnt afford a seat next to the ceiling

That was Jazz music you heard blastin out

Now I got fifteen cents between me and starvation

I'll prolly hafta walk all the way uptown

Cause I'm playin that music again

You see I love Jazz music

Doo do do dooooo

Doooo da da di dooooo Daaaaaaaaaaa

Thats pretty music boy

But it ain't really pretty

It ain't like girls in magazines

It's beautiful it's terribly beautiful man

Say like a woman you might of been with last night

Or say maybe an hour ago

Sad huh

Sorta reminds me of that old building I live in

My room looking out over lonely waters

Now catch this

Dig

Now here I am standing in this old building

It's night time in the city

I sure wish I could just relax and be cool

But it's just like my mother says

Dont cause nuthin ya wish jack

Now here comes Bob with a mouth full of jive

I know hes comin right here

Yeah I hear ya talkin Jim no company tonight man

no man my record machine is in the pawn shop

man stop talkin so loud

before you wake my land lady up and she remebers

I havent paid my rent in three weeks

Oh man who cares (yelling in the background)

Go man go (landlady starts in to yelling about rent)

Why dont everbody please stop that noise

( pots pans and cans crashing now)

Please stop all the confusion

Please just let me be cool man ( Noise is unbearable now)

Please get away from my door

Will you please go (Noise starts to recede slowly)

I just want to be cool man

Man you oughta see this old room of mine

Every morning I wake up and look around me

And I keep thinkin

I must've died a hundred years during the night

And I wonder about that jack yes I wonder

Like how I ever got here

Because I dont have any plans of dying that fast

I guess I'm the only man in the world

who wakes up too Jazz music in the morning

I guess i can't say exactly why

I guess I find it solemn

Like a hymn

Ya know I had to prove that to my mother when I was living back home

I'd wake up to them sounds

Mom didnt dig she just didnt go for it

Bird Miles Max she just couldnt see it

Morning afternoon night or anytime

That is until I played her some monk one night late

Round Midnight

I played her some monk

Thelonious that is

Now Mom spends many of her nights in tunisia

Yeah Early in the morning time late in the night time

I'm with the blues

Sometimes Im laughing and having myself a ball

And thats why Bob keeps telling the blues aint all up there in my old room

But sometimes it dances and struts like a woman

Skips and hops like children playing ball

and maybe thats why I always manage to change once in a while

Even with the blues

And wether I like it or not I love the idea of living

But sometymes its tough man

And I don't mean tough like when Miles is grooving with his horn

I mean tough like when I cant make that morning meal

When I'm ducking the landlady

When everything I have is in hock

Like when I think of all the places I havent been

And wont ever likely get there

But I think maybe I will

Yes thats the way I think

Like the song says

The sun will shine thru my back door someday

All the way down to the bottom of my stomach and back up again

Yes thats the way I feel

Doo da da da deeeeee

Deee da da da dee daaaa

doooooooooooooo

Pretty man

But not real pretty

Beautiful like a woman

A real woman