Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Jazzoetry, artist - The Last Poets. Date of issue: 30.12.1972
Song language: English
Jazzoetry |
| Rhythms and sounds |
| in leaps and bounds |
| Scales and notes and endless quotes |
| Hey! Black soul being told |
| Hypnotizing while improvising is mentally appetizing |
| Off on a tangent |
| Ain’t got a cent |
| Searching, soaring, exploring, |
| seek and you shall find |
| More time, more time |
| More time, more time |
| More time, more time |
| More time, more time |
| to find who? How? Where were you? Are you blue? |
| We’re not thru digging the new |
| Climbing higher, soul’s on fire |
| Seeking the top, can’t stop, dig bop! |
| Left earth on a new birth |
| In space, out space, our place and face us. |
| Regenerated hiss complicated, vibrating, educating, stimulating |
| Young and old as a whole |
| Those who know jazz is prose |
| And how it goes and is going to be Me, us, we, free |
| Baby cant you see |
| Hey! Check tt out without a doubt what it’s all about then shout! |
| Off and on, being born |
| Rhythmically in a wail can’t fail, smooth sail |
| Break it down, run it around |
| and give it a pound on the town in the world |
| dig the sound of our love inside our pride that’s on the ride |
| Jazzoetry is poetry! |
| Getting hat on a scat |
| The beginning of this, the end of that |
| Riffling on a cue, the play is never through |
| Solid, baby! Me and you |
| Smooth glowin' and flowin' while your horn is blowin' |
| Puttin' on the show |
| digging some mo' black ego! |
| Going up, growin' up that’s us Smokin', cooking, hard boiled like a cobra-coiled |
| Blowing your mind to rhythmic time |
| Digging up driving, striving, arriving at conclusions |
| Life and death all in one breath! |
| Minor chords, soft keys, summer breeze, winter freeze, listen please! |
| Breakin' the rules, schooling the fools |
| Jazz is cool that’s the truth |
| dig my proof rhythm and swing doing your thing |
| Abnormally, informally, Jazzoetry is poetry |
| Poetic vibes, masculine bass |
| Flute and drums pick up the pace |
| Piano keys on a spiralling flight |
| That’s jazzoetry in black and white |
| Brilliant colours, glowing hues |
| intimate expressions, personal views |
| Spreadin' the news, by way of the blues |
| Brothers, others, lovers, mothers, sons, friends |
| Brothers, others, lovers, |
| mothers, sons, friends |
| Brothers, others, lovers, mothers, sons, friends |
| On the set − ain’t none of y’all been freed yet! |
| Trying to pin what’s happening |
| what you’re coming from and going to Communicating with me and you |
| internal feeling is spiritually healing |
| When I’m dealing with jazz |
| that has turned me on Blow that horn! |
| Of course it’s boss, get on your horse |
| And ride with pride jazz and poetry side by side! |