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my funny valentine
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Miles’ horn blows
thru my head
down to my toes
down baby down
i need to blow
my bleeding nose
a red note bleeding
dododowaaaah
a smile with my heart
she just tore me apart
wuwuwuwaaaah
don’t know myself no more
what goes around comes around
my heart in lost and found.
Coltrane blow that sax
ride the rhythm
sweet and blue
way beyond blue
cool man cooool
big daddy you
really got ahold on me.
all the while Miles riffs
ripityripityrip
pippippip
bipitybipitybip
shake that thing
zizzyzizzyzoomzingaling
Miles blow my mind
takes me way out beyond
the ocean’s waves
he starts the newest craze
crazy for Josephine
know what i mean?
blow baby blow
horn aphonic sound
lost and found
sweet comic valentine
be mine all mine.
all in a sweet cool stream
don’t wake me
from this dream
stay little valentine, stay…
dreaming the blues away.
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by Ed Corrigan
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“My Funny Valentine,” by Miles Davis
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Another zinger by Corrigan. Love the Jazz sounds here. He makes them work for him–getting down with the get down–dooie bop do dooo wa…
real nice poem. here is one I wrote on the album:Kind of Blue
KIND OF BLUE
Bill Evans fleshes out the scales of Miles’
Slight in their stature,
Bold for their implications,
spaces for stacked notes letting in other players.
Absent is the muted trumpet, standing
in the back-round.
Then other horns are silent
as he takes flight, Miles
is sentinel to an aging Bop.
The solo stretches like a soft landing on the moon,
Almost weightless but tied to bass pedal tones
skimming a dark and light landscape.
Then from out of nowhere,
The quartet refrains an unwritten
one voice, going home.
Bill Turley
2013