My response was "Yes I do...and poetry set to music, aka jazz.....I love words"
I really thought how succinctly I stated a very deep personal belief and love for expressive communication and profound thought and emotion through song.
So I decided to post the lyrics to some of my favorite songs (jazz and other genres) to illustrate exactly what I mean...
For my second selection in the "Living Song" series, I have chosen one of my favorite jazz records, one that gets precious little play and has not been widely covered by artists: Midnight Sun. Composed by Sonny Burke and Lionel Hampton and lyrics by Johnny Mercer, Midnight Sun is one of the most lyrically entrancing and sensory decadent songs I have ever listened to:
Your lips were like a red and ruby chalice, warmer than the summer night
The clouds were like an alabaster palace rising to a snowy height.
Each star it's own aurora borealis, suddenly you held me tight,
I could see the Midnight Sun.
I can't explain the silver rain that found me--or was that a moonlight veil?
The music of the universe around me, or was that a nightingale?
And then your arms miraculously found me,suddenly the sky turned pale,
I could see the Midnight Sun.
Was there such a night, it's a thrill I still don't quite believe,
But after you were gone, there was still some stardust on my sleeve.
The flame of it may dwindle to an ember, and the stars forget to shine,
And we may see the meadow in December, icy white and crystalline.
But oh my darling always I'll remember when your lips were close to mine,
And we saw the Midnight Sun.
For my second selection in the "Living Song" series, I have chosen one of my favorite jazz records, one that gets precious little play and has not been widely covered by artists: Midnight Sun. Composed by Sonny Burke and Lionel Hampton and lyrics by Johnny Mercer, Midnight Sun is one of the most lyrically entrancing and sensory decadent songs I have ever listened to:
Your lips were like a red and ruby chalice, warmer than the summer night
The clouds were like an alabaster palace rising to a snowy height.
Each star it's own aurora borealis, suddenly you held me tight,
I could see the Midnight Sun.
I can't explain the silver rain that found me--or was that a moonlight veil?
The music of the universe around me, or was that a nightingale?
And then your arms miraculously found me,suddenly the sky turned pale,
I could see the Midnight Sun.
Was there such a night, it's a thrill I still don't quite believe,
But after you were gone, there was still some stardust on my sleeve.
The flame of it may dwindle to an ember, and the stars forget to shine,
And we may see the meadow in December, icy white and crystalline.
But oh my darling always I'll remember when your lips were close to mine,
And we saw the Midnight Sun.
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