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Round Midnight
by Conil
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Round midnight when the engine's on
Lose my head from the rolling throng
Get my house out of the fire
Get my car out of the wreckage pile
Straight out of lullaby land
Straight out of Birdland
Like waking up in the morning without my head in my hands
And I'm getting on
Well it's been pretty long
And I woke up around midnight to see Charlie Parker fly in a saxophone
Well there's gold on the road
Round midnight getting, I'm just getting on with you
Charles Mingus
That's so like Philly Joe Jones
Miles she likes your Miles Davis shit
Miles Davis shit
Miles Davis shit
Gone midnight and I'm just moving on
With a couple of fellas with sticks and songs
Got my head into a St. Louis fire
Haven't seen daylight for a couple of nights
Straight out of lullaby land
Straight out of Thelonious land
Like waking up without feeling like my head's been up my ass
And I'm getting on
Well it's been pretty long
And if I'm not home before midnight I'll be playing here with this whiskey and these songs
From somewhere out of the earth
Round midnight getting, I'm just getting on with you
Second cousin of the Dizzy man
And the nephew of the devil
A girl sent to me by the devil
I'm getting it on and I can't do me wrong
Got jazz inside my vein now and the blues even comes out of my asshole
It's the door to my soul
Round midnight getting, I'm just getting on with you
Round midnight when the engine's on
Lose my head from the rolling throng
Get my house out of the fire
Get my car out of the wreckage pile
Straight out of lullaby land
Straight out of Birdland
Like waking up in the morning without my head in my hands
And I'm getting on
Well it's been pretty long
And I woke up around midnight to see Charlie Parker fly in a saxophone
Well there's gold on the road
Round midnight getting, I'm just getting on with you
Charles Mingus
That's so like Philly Joe Jones
Miles she likes your Miles Davis shit
Miles Davis shit
Miles Davis shit
Gone midnight and I'm just moving on
With a couple of fellas with sticks and songs
Got my head into a St. Louis fire
Haven't seen daylight for a couple of nights
Straight out of lullaby land
Straight out of Thelonious land
Like waking up without feeling like my head's been up my ass
And I'm getting on
Well it's been pretty long
And if I'm not home before midnight I'll be playing here with this whiskey and these songs
From somewhere out of the earth
Round midnight getting, I'm just getting on with you
Second cousin of the Dizzy man
And the nephew of the devil
A girl sent to me by the devil
I'm getting it on and I can't do me wrong
Got jazz inside my vein now and the blues even comes out of my asshole
It's the door to my soul
Round midnight getting, I'm just getting on with you
