TRİPPİN'

I grew up in a small town
World War II housing
For people of color

Now when I was a kid round 8 years old
My bedroom wall was next to a single guy
A thin wall away from mine

Was that a sign

Trippin'

Trippin' on a memory

You know I'm trippin'

Memories

Nearly every weekend the guy played music
That I later found out was jazz

The bass funky ....the sax player
The trumpet soloed
maybe Ray Charles or Les McCann

The sound was oh so soaked
with a lot of blues

Maybe it was Miles

The music really drew me in
I love the way it made me feel
Made me hope this dream

Just trippin'
Trippin' on a memory
A memory

The music would play as he got dressed

The groove that they do at the club

When the DJ turned off the music
They're leaving home with some girl to rub

The music would start up again
Surrounded by the sex
the blues
the knocks on the wall
Mama was always screaming
Is somebody hurt

Or did somebody fall

backgroud
I never knew ,you'd draw me in

foreground.

I loved the music
Loved the way it drew me in
Loved the way it made me feel
Made me hope and dream that day

I dreamed of
Playing on the records
Being at the gig
Knockin on the thin wall

Later I found that music could mean
What you want it to mean
Its the yen and the yang

As Cannon used to say Ahuuuummm !

THE BALL USED TO SAY AAAHHHUUUMMM !

As the ball,used to say AAAAAHHHUMMMM !