Songtexte Poise - Ornette Coleman
                                                Some 
                                                nights 
                                                we 
                                                got 
                                                too 
                                                high 
                                                to 
                                                fall 
                                                asleep
 
                                    
                                
                                                These 
                                                nights 
                                                we 
                                                went 
                                                Stark 
                                                Raving
 
                                    
                                
                                                Star 
                                                gazing 
                                                like 
                                                Carl 
                                                Sagan
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                screamed 
                                                at 
                                                the 
                                                moon
 
                                    
                                
                                                Then 
                                                eclipsed 
                                                it 
                                                with 
                                                    a 
                                                spoon
 
                                    
                                
                                                Bob 
                                                Dylan 
                                                style
 
                                    
                                
                                                Young 
                                                and 
                                                wild 
                                                but 
                                                still 
                                                so 
                                                unenthused
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                think 
                                                we're 
                                                Stark 
                                                Raving
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                walls 
                                                inhaled 
                                                and 
                                                exhaled 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                rhythm 
                                                of 
                                                our 
                                                sleepless 
                                                hearts
 
                                    
                                
                                                Pulsating 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                distant 
                                                drum, 
                                                like 
                                                an 
                                                808
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                palpitate 
                                                to 
                                                    a 
                                                beat 
                                                we 
                                                couldn't 
                                                calculate
 
                                    
                                
                                                Our 
                                                friends 
                                                changed 
                                                as 
                                                our 
                                                tea 
                                                got 
                                                cold
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                danced 
                                                with 
                                                wolves 
                                                in 
                                                sheepskin 
                                                coats
 
                                    
                                
                                                These 
                                                nights 
                                                we 
                                                went 
                                                Stark 
                                                Raving
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                became 
                                                nocturnal 
                                                and 
                                                started 
                                                keeping 
                                                    a 
                                                journal
 
                                    
                                
                                                Your 
                                                cigarette 
                                                bounced 
                                                between 
                                                your 
                                                lips
 
                                    
                                
                                                Like 
                                                someone 
                                                with 
                                                no 
                                                hands 
                                                using 
                                                    a 
                                                pen
 
                                    
                                
                                                What 
                                                would 
                                                you 
                                                be 
                                                writing 
                                                me 
                                                then?
 
                                    
                                
                                                All 
                                                the 
                                                bites 
                                                on 
                                                my 
                                                skin
 
                                    
                                
                                                From 
                                                the 
                                                bed 
                                                bugs
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                get 
                                                    a 
                                                head 
                                                rush
 
                                    
                                
                                                Every 
                                                time 
                                                that 
                                                    I 
                                                think 
                                                about 
                                                it
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                drink 
                                                about 
                                                it
 
                                    
                                
                                                Smoke 
                                                about 
                                                it
 
                                    
                                
                                                Spoke 
                                                about 
                                                it
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                your 
                                                friend 
                                                but 
                                                she 
                                                just 
                                                don't 
                                                know 
                                                you 
                                                how 
                                                I
 
                                    
                                
                                                Know 
                                                you 
                                                and 
                                                that's 
                                                the 
                                                part 
                                                about 
                                                it
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sad 
                                                enough, 
                                                I've 
                                                saddled 
                                                up 
                                                this 
                                                stallion 
                                                of 
                                                nostalgia
 
                                    
                                
                                                Hya!
 
                                    
                                
                                                Release 
                                                the 
                                                hounds!
 
                                    
                                
                                                Fell 
                                                them 
                                                breathing 
                                                down 
                                                your 
                                                back
 
                                    
                                
                                                Breeding 
                                                ground 
                                                for 
                                                bacteria
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                    I 
                                                screamed 
                                                so 
                                                loud 
                                                    I 
                                                left 
                                                ears 
                                                from 
                                                miles 
                                                around 
                                                hearing 
                                                it
 
                                    
                                
                                                Me? 
                                                    I 
                                                had 
                                                my 
                                                coattails 
                                                on, 
                                                her 
                                                coke 
                                                nails 
                                                long
 
                                    
                                
                                                It 
                                                reached 
                                                around 
                                                my 
                                                neck 
                                                piercing 
                                                it
 
                                    
                                
                                                Right 
                                                into 
                                                my 
                                                vocal 
                                                chords
 
                                    
                                
                                                Roadkill 
                                                shawls
 
                                    
                                
                                                Made 
                                                from 
                                                    a 
                                                jack 
                                                russell 
                                                terrier
 
                                    
                                
                                                Feel 
                                                the 
                                                cold 
                                                blade 
                                                to 
                                                your 
                                                calf 
                                                muscle 
                                                area
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                my 
                                                old 
                                                age 
                                                I'm 
                                                    a 
                                                bad 
                                                judge 
                                                of 
                                                character
 
                                    
                                
                                                Captain 
                                                America, 
                                                flying 
                                                quicker 
                                                than 
                                                    a 
                                                Boeing 
                                                jet
 
                                    
                                
                                                Bunny 
                                                slippers, 
                                                bloody 
                                                fingers
 
                                    
                                
                                                Flipping 
                                                through 
                                                    a 
                                                rolodex 
                                                feelings 
                                                all 
                                                just 
                                                coalesce
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                each 
                                                other, 
                                                bounty 
                                                hunter, 
                                                kill 
                                                'em 
                                                like 
                                                I'm 
                                                Boba 
                                                Fett
 
                                    
                                
                                                Bobbing 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                same 
                                                damn 
                                                rhythm
 
                                    
                                
                                                We're 
                                                just 
                                                brain 
                                                dead, 
                                                plain 
                                                red, 
                                                grain 
                                                fed 
                                                chickens 
                                                BOKOK!
 
                                    
                                
                                                We're 
                                                moths 
                                                eating 
                                                through 
                                                fabric
 
                                    
                                
                                                We're 
                                                creatures 
                                                of 
                                                habit
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                creak 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                attic
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                evil 
                                                inhabits
 
                                    
                                
                                                We're 
                                                little 
                                                lab 
                                                rats
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                    a 
                                                labyrinth
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                elaborate
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                said 
                                                you'd 
                                                bring 
                                                Sgt. 
                                                Pepper 
                                                if 
                                                you 
                                                were 
                                                ever 
                                                stuck 
                                                on 
                                                an 
                                                island
 
                                    
                                
                                                Well 
                                                I'd 
                                                just 
                                                bring 
                                                    a 
                                                blank 
                                                disc, 
                                                sit 
                                                and 
                                                listen 
                                                to 
                                                silence
 
                                    
                                
                                                Baby 
                                                get 
                                                down 
                                                from 
                                                there
 
                                    
                                
                                                Jump
 
                                    
                                
                                                Baby 
                                                get 
                                                down 
                                                from 
                                                there
 
                                    
                                
                                                Jump
 
                                    
                                
                                                Baby 
                                                get 
                                                down 
                                                from 
                                                there
 
                                    
                                
                                                Jump
 
                                    
                                
                                                Baby 
                                                get 
                                                down
 
                                    
                                 
                            1 Focus On Sanity (LP Version)
2 Chronology
3 Peace (LP Version)
4 Congeniality (LP Version)
5 Lonely Woman (LP Version)
6 Monk and the Nun
7 Just For You
8 Eventually
9 Una Muy Bonita (LP Version)
10 Bird Food
11 Change Of The Century
12 Music Always
13 The Face Of The Bass
14 Forerunner (LP Version)
15 Free
16 The Circle With A Hole In The Middle
17 Ramblin'
18 Little Symphony
19 The Tribes Of New York
20 Kaleidoscope (LP Version)
21 Rise and Shine (LP Version)
22 Mr. and Mrs. People (LP Version)
23 Blues Connotation
24 I Heard It Over the Radio (LP Version)
25 P.S. Unless One Has (Blues Connotation No. 2)
26 Revolving Doors (LP Version)
27 Brings Goodness
28 Joy of a Toy
29 To Us
30 Humpty Dumpty
31 The Fifth Of Beethoven
32 Motive For Its Use
33 Moon Inhabitants
34 The Legend Of Bebop
35 Some Other
36 Embraceable You
37 All
38 Folk Tale
39 Poise
40 Beauty Is A Rare Thing
41 First Take
42 Free Jazz - Parts 1 & 2
43 Proof Readers
44 W.R.U.
45 Check Up
46 T & T
47 C. & D.
48 R.P.D.D.
49 The Alchemy Of Scott Lafaro
50 EOS
51 Enfant
52 Ecars
53 Cross Breeding
54 Harlem's Manhattan
55 Mapa
56 Abstraction
57 Variants On a Theme of Thelonious Monk (Criss-Cross): Variant I; Varian
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