I want to
speak
about jazz, about
the music of the soul,
about the way beats
go
p
u
and
d
o
w
n
and wherever
they
please
and about
how life,
the eternal circus show,
employs a jazz band
to go
along with its acts.
Because
life is
beat
rhythm
song
trip-up
clown act
and no understands it better
than them cats at the bandstand,
them tamers,
masters
of irregularity
because
clown act
trip-up
song
rhythm
beat
is life
and that's how it goes.
I don't want to speak
about jazz.
I
want
to sing.
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