Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Airegin, artist - Jim Hall. Album song Zoot Sims Meets Lambert- Hendricks- Ross 1959, in the genre Джаз
Date of issue: 10.11.2011
Record label: Fresh Sound
Song language: English
Airegin |
Wait’ll y’dig it on the map — airegin |
Spelled backwards |
Really’re closin' up the gap — airegin |
Gone fac’wards |
Back long time ago they saw a ghost |
Ghost made a boast |
Soon that ghost was host |
Repeat first 8 bars |
Those losing their hue |
They goofed 'n got the wrong view |
First, things reverse, last is first! |
Y' dig it! |
Whatta' y' think o’that’n get a load a' |
What i tell y' |
What this place is no one knows it |
There’s no traces of the kind o’place it was |
Before it got discovered by the kind o' |
Cat that knows the earth belongs t’him |
Back when the world was young |
An' man was a living god |
An' he walked this earthly sod |
This was sod that god would trod on |
Till one day a stranger landed |
With a line o’jive |
Laid it on the natives till he had 'em thinkin' |
Maybe that they should really take five |
An' he quickly stole the natives' soul |
So he could control it |
An' he took care of that missionary biz |
Till the lan' was his |
Never heard a story draggy as that |
Tell th' truth i ain’t never heard another |
That exasperated more |
What an exasperating narrative t’play |
Upon the sensitive and kindly soul that i am |
'way back when i was crawlin' in m’crib |
I was doin' all kinds o’thinkin' |
Aw’ready i had figured out the 'cut of m’jib' |
The kind o’soul that never liked t’tell 'r live a fib |
A body who was steadily reachin' up |
A min' always thinkin' on high-minded things |
Whee! |
i was always one t’be free |
Ain’t never had a keeper why don’t people |
Learn t’git along t’gether stead o' |
Meddlin' aroun' 'n fussin' with the fella nearest to 'em |
Me, i’m the old fashioned kind |
I was never good at follow-the-leader |
Real real real real real real real |
That’s me, as real as a yankee can be |
That’s me |
Millions o' years ago |
There was a paleolithic age on earth |
An' the whole world was young |
And full o’the vim of constant rebirth |
Brontosauruses 'n dinosaurs 'n pterodactyls |
Ever’where abounding that was the case |
'n plus the millions o' mammoths here 'n there |
An' in addition there were lots o’men everywhere |
Who had no hi-tech and no intellect 'nary a speck |
But in that spot |
Where it was so lush, where it was so hot |
Where many animal was roamin' |
An' nature was kind, life was thrivin' |
There livin' was actual an' the feelin' was natural |
I’m tellin' the truth |
What-a-benign livin' some livin' |
All’s forgiven come on home |
Blew a truly unruly storm |
That wrecked a boat in a climate warm |
'n full o’ashy-colored cats all lookin' |
White like ghosts |
'n when the natives checked 'em out |
It blew 'em away t’find that they resembled spirits |
Long ago there was a legend |
'bout a spirit who would someday come |
A look at these cats |
'n y' could see they prob’ly had some |
So they welcomed 'em with peace and love |
And everything there’s plenty of |
'n soon the tables had turned to rigormortis |
That’s when the castaway had his say |
Like a dog had his day they told the |
People that they were spirits actual |
Y’see how perfectly a fable c’n be |
Incorporated into what a cat’ll think is factual |
What was an accident turns int' something |
So unbelievably heaven-sent |
Everybody falls for it |
Right on down t' the militants |
'n marchin' 'n the martyrs 'n the murder of lumumba |
Wait’ll y’dig it on the map — airegin |
Spelled backwards |
Really’re closin' up the gap — airegin |
Gone fac’wards |
Back long time ago they saw a ghost |
Ghost made a boast |
Soon that ghost was host |
Wait’ll y’dig it on the map — airegin |
Spelled backwards |
Really’re closin' up the gap — airegin |
Gone fac’wards |
Those losing their hue |
They goofed 'n got the wrong view |
First, things reverse, last is first! |
Y' dig it! |