paroles de chanson Small Things - Roy Nathanson , Nick Hakim

I only know some small things
She was speaking to the saxophone in an intimate way
All because she saw in the saxophone a kindred spirit
Oh the saxophone was old
I only know some small things
She was speaking to the saxophone in an intimate way
All because she saw in the saxophone a kindred spirit
The saxophone was old
It played fancy all over for many years
But when it spoke simply she could see its metal neck relax
Any time the saxophone played a few repeating notes
An intervallic twist or just a simple triplet
Repeated some of that over and over
She felt a harmony emerge
I know some medium sized stuff too
But it′s the chewable things that I really trust
When you make broad connections I tend to blur
I think it's neurological
And the saxophone said
Dajiba, dajiba, dajiba, dajiba
Dajiba, dajiba, baba, dajiba
Dajiba, baba
Maybe so, she sighed
That even small stuff is really hard to say