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The Manhattan Transfer

Birdland

 

Birdland

(album: Extensions - 1979)


5,000 light years from Birdland
But I'm still preaching the rhythm
Long-gone, uptight years from Birdland
An' I'm still teaching it with 'em

Years from the land of the Bird
An' I am still feeling the spirit
5,000 light years from Birdland
But I know people can hear it

Bird named it, Bird made it, Bird heard it, then played it
Well-stated! Birdland
It happened down in Birdland

Oh!

In the middle of that hub
I remember one jazz club
Where we went to pat feet
Down on fifty-secon' street

Everybody heard that word
That they named it after Bird

Where the rhythm swooped and swirled
The jazz corner of the world

An' the cats they gigged in there
Were beyond compare

Birdland I'm singing Birdland
Birdland Ol' swinging Birdland

Hey, man, the music really turns you on!
Y' turn me on,
Really, y' turn me aroun'
'N turn me on

Down them stairs, lose them cares where?
Down in Birdland
Total swing, bop was king there
Down in Birdland
Bird would cook, Max would look where?
Down in Birdland
Miles came through, 'Trane came too there
Down in Birdland
Basie blew, Blakey too where?
Down in Birdland
Cannonball played that hall there
Down in Birdland
Yeah...

There may never be nothing such as that
No mo', no mo'
Down in Birdland, that's where it was at
I know, I know
Back in them days bop was riding high
Hello! 'n goodbye!

How well those cats remember
Their first Birdland gig
To play in Birdland is an honor we still dig
Yeah...that club was like...
In another world, sure enough...
Yeah, baby
All o' the cats had the cooking on
People just sat an' they was steady looking on
Then Bird...he came 'n spread the word...
Birdland

Yes, indeed, he did
Yes, indeed, he did
Yes, indeed, he did
Yes, he did, Parker played at Birdland
Yes, he really did
Yes, indeed, he really did
Yes, he really did
Told the truth down in Birdland
Yes, indeed he did, Yardbird Parker played in
Birdland

Yes, indeed, he really did
Charlie Parker played in Birdland

Bird named it, Bird made it, Bird heard it
Then played it
Well-stated! Birdland
It happened down in Birdland

Everybody dug that beat
Everybody stomped their feet
Everybody digs be-bop
An' they'll never stop

Down them stairs, lose them cares, yeah
Down in Birdland
Total swing! bop was king, yeah
Down in Birdland

Bird would cook, Max would look, yeah
Down in Birdland
Miles came through, 'Trane came too, yeah
Down in Birdland
Basie blew, Blakey too, yeah
Down in Birdland

Cannonball played that hall, yeah
Down in Birdland

Down them stairs, lose them cares, yeah
Down in Birdland
Total swing! bop was king, yeah
Down in Birdland

Bird would cook, Max would look, yeah
Down in Birdland
Miles came through, 'Trane came too, yeah
Down in Birdland

Basie blew, Blakey too, yeah
Down in Birdland
Cannonball played that hall, yeah
Down in Birdland

Down them stairs, lose y' cares, yeah
Down in Birdland
Total swing! bop was king, yeah
Down in Birdland

Bird would cook, Max would look, yeah
Down in Birdland

Come in pairs down them stairs, lose y' cares
Them that dares gits it!

Pay the gate, don't be late
It's a date! whattay' know
If y' dig, then you'll dig, it's a groove
Quite a groove, 'cause y' t' move
Come in twos, pay your dues

What can you lose?
Just your blues!
So lose them!

The band swinging one and all and what a ball!
Yeah!

Music is good, music is better than good
Pretty good
Very nice
Really very good things are being like they should
Very good, very good, very good

All y' gotta do is lend an ear
An' listen to it
Then y' dig a little sooner than soon
You'll be digging everything digging all the music

What a ball!

How y' gonna figure out
A way t' bring it all about amid a
Lot o' other music on the set'n on
The scene know what I mean?
How y' gonna separate the music from the scene
'Gonna have t' keep the memory clean
Y' gonna hear a lotta' sound... a lotta soun'

done

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