Rawalpindi Blues - Carla Bley, The Jazz Composer's Orchestra

JACK:

You got to give up

What you don’t want

To get what you do

His friends:

What will we ever do

With you?

Jack and parrot:

Rawalpindi blues

JACK:

Fountain lions fighting

For the view

Lonelier fish

In hats

Parrots so green

They make the sky seem

Blue

Look in my eyes

His friends:

And let me stay away

From you

Jack and parrot:

Rawalpindi blues

Breakneck teeth

Baby-faced finger

Pretending an end

A mockery of Ginger

In a gooey robe

It’s again it’s

Again it’s

Again

'Jack's traveling band'

Nurses dying their hair

Don’t care

If the horse it locked

The house still there

It doesn’t seem

To matter to them

The traces

Of horses

And pineapple

And cheese

And stiff caterpillars

On crackers

Kept track

In a field

By an informant monkey

Smoking eel

In the middle

Of a lake

His treading eyes

The chemical surprise

Between day and night

So late there is light

At the edge of the lake

Bullfrogs are

Having their throats

Cut

You pick hysterically

At your memory

O Rawalpindi!

JACK:

When we were alone

When she’d grab me

By my wishbone

As though

As though it alone

Were real

Ginger’d wish

And we’d win

And the bone

Would come true

His friends and desert women:

What will we ever do

With you?

What will we ever do

With you?

What will we ever do

With you?

'Desert band'

Sand shepherd:

(Again)