The Hip Jazz Cat/Tony Adamo
Step up, Man, get up, let me hip you to this/ a jazz cat who weaves words and sings/ People, It’s Giacomo Gates/
He’s the master of vocalese a hipster’s delight/ A storyteller with echoes of Buckley and Mark Murphey’s wise vocal flair/
his voice dances on stages as if floating on air/ Eddie Jefferson’s charm and Jon Hendricks’ grace/ when he opens up to sing/this jazz cat is full of swing/
captivating the crowd he swings a groove spell/ entertaining the masses in jazz clubs that know him well/
He’s amusing and musical/ a hipster so rare/Bebop is in his veins, Man, Giacomo Gates is out of the world and the next one too/ “Where did this cat come from?” Savant Records only knows/
with Bird’s solos beneath him and Giacomo’s melodic variation on words/ turning notes into scatting stories/ Gates be cookin’ the most/ so get hip to it and raise your hands high/ the Gospel of jazz will never die/ dig his jazz scene and let his lyrical journey make you high/ In a world full of noise/ Giacomo Gates is the voice you need, the hipster jazz cat who is somethin’ else, you’ll see, you’ll believe!
The clear blue sky above me
Needs a shadow on the run
To hide a weary fugitive
Before the setting sun
The desert plain is endless
And my boots are running dry
A fugitive is friendless
To the stranger passing by
A rattlesnake is rotting
By a rocky mountain cat
A desert rat is scatting
From a nesting acrobat
The craggy peak above me
Is a hide and seeker's base
The little birds are bingeing
On a rabbit's running face
Tarantula's are twisting
In the scathing summer heat
The wasp is worth resisting
But the eggs are hard to beat
I gather what is left of me
When I was still a man
The rocks and caves are not so free
To hold me if they can
I wish I had a pillow
Or a sleeping bag at best
To hide the pain of loneliness
By weeping on my chest
The setting sun is sitting fast
The dune is growing cold
I hope somebody catches me
Before the moon is old.
Laying down in the cool night
I hear jazz on the radio
Saxophone can ease the pain of living
As can scatting
I'll take flight tonight
After I close my eyes
With a jazz send - off
I'll enter the world of dreams
Where hate becomes love
Where reality gives way
to sweet fantasy
Cool October!
We are on the earth for a short time
The joys of autumn
offer us heavy sense of peace