Lyrics from www.leoslyrics.com [Spoken:] And after three days of drinking at Durbahlove, I just get an inkling to go on home. So I'm walking down Coldharbour Lane, head hung low; three or four in the morning; the sun's coming up and the birds are out singing. I let myself into my pad. Wend my way up that spiral staircase and stretch myself out nice on the chesterfield. Pithecanthropus Erectus already on the CD player and I push that remote button to sublimity. And I listen to the sweet, scultural rhythms of Charles Mingus. And JR Monterose and Jackie McLean duet unknown saxophones and the sound makes its way out of the window, mingling with the traffic noises outside, you know, and all of a sudden I'm overcome by a feeling of brief mortality. 'Cause I'm getting on in the world. Coming up on forty-one years. Forty-one stoney, grey steps towards the grave, you-know, the box, awaits its grisly load and I'm gonna be food for worms. And just like Charles Mingus wrote that beautiful piece of music 'Epitaph' for Eric Dolphy. I say "so long Eric, so long John Coltrane and Charles Mingus, , so long Duke Ellington and Lester Young, so long Billie Halliday and Ella Fitzgerald, so long Jimmy Reed, so long Muddy Waters, and so long Howling Wolf. [Sung:] I'm gonna take you down Deep down to the front lines You woke up this morning Got yourself a gun, Mama always said you'd be The Chosen One. She said: You're one in a million You've got to burn to shine, But you were born under a bad ...
