Sometime I go back to that jazz joint
before yesterday ...
I wasn\'t quiet born yet
and this jazz box has become a mcdo ...
Nothing is immortal .
I love this weird place
that travels through the night ,
in which I am the only passenger.
Poisonous and delicious voluptuousness
mixing insomnia and old bourbon...
Leaning against the bar in front of a gin
Liberty Valance waits for the man .
It\'s not a woman\'s business ...
I\'m lulled to sleep
by the sweet intox \'
of Lionel Hampton vibes ...
\'\' Hey ba-ba- rebop ! \'\'
Cloud of Havana and Cuba libre .
Sentimental mood in a mellow tone ,
barflies turn ladies of the night ...
\'\' Champagne baby ? \'\'
The towers are still in the wall street spirit
and Hemingway hasn\'t died of boredom...
Double bass reincarnated in a bird of love,
Charles Mingus mingles the musical tantrums,
making me dizzy with fumes of rum ...
5.A.M.
The jazz club has imploded !
We\'re all dead .
It\'s time to go to bed
closer a sinner lady ...
Jazz ,my friend, is only noise
declaiming its flame !
And when legend surpasses reality,
Liberty Valance is still alive ...
Damn\' mcdo !