Jazz
Jazz
See the tunes
on their faces,
masques from
cabinets of races.
Dizzy-ness
and Ellington
in penetrating
paces.
The Contrabass,
the stiff parade
and lack of sex,
till Misses Sachs
makes moments smile.
A Tambu for a while
which interlaces
-tranquil such chill-
and moods of inspiration;
it's all..... improvisation!
Madrason 16-07-2012
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Communication
Communication
Seeking for communication
press those lips full choice,
make hungry for their content,
those tunes to tremble voice,
sing those words of never end,
adding on such inspiration,
don't have to think of twice,
climaxing through reality,
no need to throw that dice,
for you and me in integrity,
what a precious combination.
Madrason 08-01-1994
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The three great moments of my life had to be the concerts of Ellington in 1938, Dizzy in '48, and Ella in '52.
quote by Boris Vian
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I do very few standards. Hardly any. Other people's tunes that I do are usually obscure tunes, for the most part, although I do a couple of Duke Ellington tunes that are well known.
quote by Mose Allison
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I fell in love with jazz when I was 12 years old from listening to Duke Ellington and hearing a lot of jazz in New York on the radio.
quote by Steve Lacy
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Fine Tuning
I have got some
more notes to sing
but when I talk to fast
I'll lose arrows
for my string,
they call it
fine tuning.
Madrason 16-08-2012
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House Of Jazz
Humdinger
Bell ringer
Got a nasty stinger
To slow you down
Mud slinger
Gold digger
Who point the finger
And do you down
Kickin' and a fightin' on a TV show
Lightin' blindin' in the middle of the road
Are you comin' in
Are you comin' in
I said come into the house of
Come into the house of
Come into the house of jazz
Come into the house of
Come into the house of
Come into the house of jazz
Ball stripper
Big tipper
Got a slap 'n' tickler
To make you growl
Spitin' and bitin' on a TV show
Tightenin' frightenin' givin' out a load
Are you comin' in
Are you comin' in
I said come into the house of
Come into the house of
Come into the house of jazz
Come into the house of
Come into the house of
Come into the house of jazz
Are you comin' in
Come on in
Are you comin' in
Are you comin' in
I said come into the house of
Come into the house of
Come into the house of jazz
Come into the house of
Come into the house of
Come into the house of jazz
Are you comin' in
Are you comin' in
I said into the house of jazz
Come into the house of
Come into the house of
Come into the house of jazz
The house of jazz
song performed by by AC/DC from Stiff Upper Lip
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Bedrog
Je hoeft me
niet te mogen
om nader tot
me te komen,
krokodillentranen
van de wanen,
met grijs
toiletpapier
-kom maar hier! -
zal ik ze drogen.
Madrason 24-09-2012
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Second Hand
What am I worth,
I am tossed
in a corner
lost together
with dirt,
waiting for
a gambler
or a loser
without
aspiration
to adore
me once more:
"Do you
understand,
I am
Second Hand!
Madrason 25-08-2012
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Subdued
Subdued
She only once reveals,
opens her skin to you,
such precious moments ask
to open up yours too,
then tastes your opinion
and throws
from your dominion
her own one over two.
Madrason 19-12-1994
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Gerrit's Fado
Gerrit's Fado
Wij wensen geen applaus,
alleen maar stilte,
we leven en vergeven
versterven en vergaan
van warm totaan de kilte.
De Hypoglobus zwelt aan
een verkrampte lach
en verziltende traan.
Het zal niet Niks zijn
-wat daar verdwijnt-
al achter het Gordijn!
Madrason 14-07-2012
Naar aanleidning van het afscheid van Gerrit Komrij d.d 14-07-2012
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Stromen Vuur
Grijs is de wereld
waarin ik woon,
zwarte bolster
blanke pit
waar muziek in zit.
Grauw zijn de wolken
waarachter zon
, koffie, thee, ik drink
een hele zee
en zit op vers katoen.
Witte Marron ben ik
geschreven Madrason,
gedreven door de kern
die onhoudbaar
bruist als
woordvulkaan.
In stromen vuur
aan Uw schenen
puur
laat ik U dromen
en nader tot mij komen.
10-09-2012 Madrason
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The only element of jazz that I keep is improvisation.
quote by Jan Garbarek
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Victor Should Have Been A Jazz Musician
I went to a concert, to see nina, simone,
The concert was over, there was still a band playing, the rap up,
The booguh played with his hands, I close my eyes, and look at him,
Victor should have been a jazz musician,
I said to myself, victor should have been a jazz musician,
I looked at his face, and I saw victor, looked at his smile, and I saw victor,
I looked at his hair, and thought,
Victor should have been a jazz musician,
Victor should have been a jazz musician,
And the people dancing on the floor, dancing on the floor, were so high,
You should have seen victor smile, you should have seen victor smile,
As they danced all the while all around on the floor, and he laughed,
Victor should have been a jazz musician,
Oh, victor should have been a jazz musician,
He was playing so nice, the jazz musician,
Ah, ah,
Hes living in a fast beat, in a city thats hot,
Telling all the latinos and puerto ricans, victor seems happy, but he doesnt even know himself, hes gotta look inside to know his first love,
Victor was a jazz musician, he was playing so nice, victor was a jazz musician, (? ) victor was a jazz musician,
Victor loves his music, he loves his music, somewhere, he plays his music, somewhere,
Victor is a jazz musician,
Jazz.
song performed by by Grace Jones
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Get Stiff Quick
When your backbone bends,
And your vision dims...
You've got to,
Get stiff.
Get stiff quick.
When you know you need to move,
From foolish doers...
Get stiff.
Get stiff quick.
No need to put up more with that funky stuff.
You've got to,
Get stiff.
Get stiff quick.
No need to ride a roller coaster,
You know was tough.
No need to do a shuffle singing those sad songs.
Or get along with others you wish from you gone!
Just,
Get stiff.
Get stiff quick.
You've got to,
Get stiff.
Get stiff quick!
When your backbone bends,
And your vision dims...
You've got to,
Get stiff.
Get stiff quick.
Mean what you say and be done with it.
You've got to,
Get stiff...
Get stiff quick!
Don't let just anything fall from your lips.
Or bite your tongue to let an old patience sit.
When you wish to make a point you know wont quit.
You've got to,
Get stiff.
Get stiff quick.
You've got to,
Get stiff.
Get stiff quick.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Gedicht
Gedicht
Gedicht 'herken je me nog'
jij zoet lonkend refrein,
de rust van naaktgeboren zijn,
het nodige Keurslijf de stilte
glijdend uit de lange baan van kilte,
want bij je eerste letterbeentje
voel ik me steeds zoals een kindje.
Madrason 19-07-2012
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Te Gejaagd
Te Gejaagd
Hoor het Te Deum schrokken
van vonkende kerkklokken.
Het leven is een jacht,
je vlucht voor het gedonder
-geen tijd voor al haar pracht-
van grommende honden
en naderend paardengedraf
....
zo rechtstreeks in je graf.
Madrason 19-07-2012
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By and large, jazz has always been like the kind of a man you wouldn't want your daughter to associate with.
quote by Duke Ellington
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The genius of our country is improvisation, and jazz reflects that. It's our great contribution to the arts.
Sung from our souls
Sung from our souls
In the sun we'll be one
a Kurt Cobain
who ended pain
a Marvin Gaye
who had to pay
the priced father's son
You and me reality
Oh brother brother
who does bother
what do we wrong
when moods too strong
is black then all we see
When we're diving deep
the rivers are growing
impules overflowing
in peaceful dreams we see
a road and destiny
that's risen us from sleep
Madrason 10-02-2008
'All in all is all we all are! ' Kurt Cobain; in dedication.
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Faces Of My Past
Just lately for some reason
faces of old, friends
who have passed away
flicker across my memory
constantly day after day.
Sometimes I even dream of them.
Holding conversations
with them there.
I know of late that I’ve been
feeling lonely within myself.
It could be the past
I yean for once more.
A past unattainable,
something that has gone forever.
The more I think of it,
the more the faces I see.
In quiet moments I sit
like I’ve always done
and try to concentrate,
but the faces of the past
begin to reappear again.
It would seem like
the past doesn’t want to let me go
and times then races by.
Before you know, the quiet space
has all but gone.
21 February 2008
poem by David Harris
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