NEW YORK JAZZ

Fotografía tomada en el Washington Square Arch, New York, el día 12 de enero a las 1309hs.

"Lift me, won't you lift me above the old routine;

Make it nice, play it clean jazzman

When the jazzman's testifyin' a faithless man believes

He can sing you into paradise or bring you to your knees

It's a gospel kind of feelin', a touch of Georgia slide,

A song of pure revival and a style that's sanctified

Jazzman take my blues away;

Make my pain the same as yours with every change you play

Jazzman, oh jazzman

When the jazzman's signifyin', and the band is windin' low

It's the late night side of morning in the darkness of his soul

He can fill a room with sadness as he fills his horn with tears

He can cry like a fallen angel when risin' time is near

Jazzman take my blues away;

Make my pain the same as yours with every change you play

Oh lift me, won't you lift me with ev'ry turn around;

Play it sweetly, take me down, oh jazzman."

Carole King

Carlos Ravazzani.-

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