NoteSpeak (Amori e Tragedie In Musica) 4 panel digipak Compact Disc
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lyrics
He sang his heart out all day on the street…
opened his mouth and stopped folk’s feet.
‘Singin’ on the pavement,’ people thought,
‘Now why he do that?
He should be makin cash.
I’ma put his video up on YouTube stat.’
Playin’ for pennies, some weed for a smile --
a whiskey bottle sat at his feet.
A musical legend, livin' the beat;
voicing his heat, all his trials…
Bared his heart and let it bleed in all kinds a styles.
‘Buskin's gettin' hard these days,’ he thought
while being chased up the street --
like he was vermin to be exterminated
by cops just runnin’ their beat.
Like he was trash for the rubbish man;
somethin’ for the trash can.
Like he was nothin’, so much as a nuisance --
like gettin’ rid of him was just prudence.
Audition for a spot in the subway?
He would never ever do that, no way --
where’s the honor in being so chosen?
He just wants to play, and he will…
he'd played in palaces, castles and dives.
Why audition, why go through that drill?
His voice cracked sometimes,
his teeth half black...
He smoked thin roll up cigarettes
and never looked back.
He sang what he wanted and when --
not like those days back then.
He'd performed for what passes for kings and queens, and superstars these days; those models, reality TV flash-in-the-pan actors who couldn’t speak if words were not put in their mouths, though they sure look like they can. Skilled in playing it upside down with a twist, anything, just ask, he did it. But now no-one would tell him when, where, or how. No one’s court jester, rather go it solo; be his own definition of virtuoso.
And, oh, he sang and, oh, that voice rang
up the filthy boulevard,
down the honking thoroughfare
while you stare.
Sitting on an island in the avenue
declaiming, with magnitude.
"Musically & vocally, NoteSpeak consistently changes, shifting from style to style – acoustic jazz solos into hip-hop beats
into harmonized gospel vocals into electronic jazz and fusion into free verse rhyming – and yet seems to constantly groove... " All About Jazz Chris M. Slawecki...more
A story of sadness, confusion, and despair ending in hope and certainty that the cosmos is not a random and meaningless jumble of atoms populated by mindless mechanical men, but a world of meaning, beauty, and truth. Emotions and the heart are not everything, but they are an essential part of being human. ianjworsomething