Manhattan Transfer - Birdland Lyrics
Birdland5,000 light years from birdlandBut Im still preachin the rhythmLong-gone, uptight years from birdlandAn Im still teachin it with emYears from the land of the birdAn I am still feelin the spirit5,000 light years from birdlandBut I know people can hear itBird named it, bird made it, bird heard it, then played itWell-stated! birdland--It happened down in birdlandOh!In the middle of that hubI remember one jazz clubWhere we went to pat feetDown on fifty-secon streetEverybody heard that wordThat they named it after birdWhere the rhythm swooped and swirledThe jazz corner of the worldAn the cats they gigged in thereWere beyond compareBirdland - Im singin birdlandBirdland - ol swingin birdlandHey, man, the music really turns you on!Y turn me on,Really, y turn me arounn turn me onDown them stairs, lose them cares - where?Down in birdlandTotal swing, bop was king - thereDown in birdlandBird would cook, max would look - where?Down in birdlandMiles came through, trane came too - thereDown in birdlandBasie blew, blakey too - where?Down in birdlandCannonball played that hall - thereDown in birdlandYeah---There may never be nothin such as thatNo mo - no moDown in birdland, thats where it was atI know - I knowBack in them days bop was ridin highHello! n goodbye!How well those cats rememberTheir first birdland gigTo play in birdland is an honor we still digYeah---that club was like--In another world, sure enough--Yeah, babyAll o the cats had the cookin onPeople just sat an they was steady lookin onThen bird--he came n spread the word--BirdlandYes, indeed, he didYes, indeed, he didYes, indeed, he didYes, he did, parker played at birdlandYes, he really didYes, indeed, he really didYes, he really didTold the truth down in birdlandYes, indeed he did, yardbird parker played inBirdlandYes, indeed, he really didCharlie parker played in birdlandBird named it, bird made it, bird heard it,Then played itWell-stated! birdlandIt happened down in birdlandEverybody dug that beatEverybody stomped their feetEverybody digs be-bopAn theyll never stopDown them stairs, lose them cares - yeah!Down in birdlandTotal swing! bop was king - yeah!Down in birdlandBird would cook, max would look - yeah,Down in birdlandMiles came through, trane came too - yeah!Down in birdlandBasie blew, blakey too - yeah!Down in birdlandCannonball played that hall - yeahDown in birdlandDown them stairs, lose them cares - yeahDown in birdlandTotal swing! bop was king - yeahDown in birdlandBird would cook, max would look - yeah,Down in birdlandMiles came through, trane came too - yeah!Down in birdlandBasie blew, blakey too - yeah!Down in birdlandCannonball played that hall - yeahDown in birdlandDown them stairs, lose y cares -yeahDown in birdlandTotal swing! bop was king - yeahDown in birdlandBird would cook, max would look - yeah,Down in birdlandBackground solo:Come in pairs down them stairs, lose y caresThem that dares gits it!Pay the gate, dont be lateIts a date! - whattay knowIf y dig, then youll dig, its a grooveQuite a groove, cause y t moveCome in twos, pay your duesWhat can you lose?Just your blues!So lose them!The band swingin one and all and what a ball!Yeah!Music is good, music is better than goodPretty goodVery niceReally very good - things are bein like they shouldVery good -- very good -- very goodAll y gotta do is lend an earAn listen to itThen y dig a little sooner than soonYoull be diggin everything diggin all the musicWhat a ball!How y gonna figure outA way t bring it all about amid aLot o other music on the setn onThe scene know what I mean?How y gonna separate the music from the scenegonna have t keep the memory cleanY gonna hear a lotta sound -- a lotta soun
