Andrew Huang - Jazz lyrics

Step up to the plate Get up, get on, get back Zen on the mind Seven pounds on the neckstrap In his mouth: a horn and a winning smile It's been a while Now it's every sunday The after dinner crowd They took the smoke out of the clubs But the jazz is still smoking Echoes of the notes that we don't bring The baritone's in the terror zone Hot like arizone, never going there alone Here come hits from kicks and spun sticks Hitting the skins of that drum kit I'm on the upright Stuck like the tree i was cut from But neither of us cared, we love life It's resin or resonance It's syrup or blood It's the spark that my heart pumps Hear it, you're done I'm the miracle son Maybe without the appearance of one Spirit of sung flames Lyrical guns blaze A spear of a tongue Theatre lungs raze but stay unpraised I'm nearly in unknown territories and charting a course A history of standards i'm starting to torch Light it up, light it up Yeah, yeah ‘cause i walk with with some definite hulk Couple fingers on the neck, might be checking a pulse Chromatic addict, not the serum but the step that i gulp Hearing this value village vinyl, you could get it in bulk And as the lead lines rise like a vapor of gold I find eyes in the crowd and take hold I'm with the belle of the ball ‘cause she knows that this is real music The geometry of the soul Baby!