Trippin' - George Duke

I grew up in a small town

World War II housing

For people of color

Now when I was a kid round 8 years old

My bedroom wall was next to a single guy

A thin wall away from mine

Was that a sign

Trippin'

Trippin' on a memory

You know I’m trippin'

Memories

Nearly every weekend the guy played music

That I later found out was jazz

The bass funky… the sax player

The trumpet soloed

Maybe Ray Charles or Les McCann

The sound was oh so soaked

With a lot of blues

Maybe it was Miles

The music really drew me in

I love the way it made me feel

Made me hope this dream

Just trippin'

Trippin' on a memory

A memory

The music would play as he got dressed

The groove that they do at the club

When the DJ turned off the music

They’re leaving home with some girl to rub

The music would start up again

Surrounded by the sex

The blues

The knocks on the wall

Mama was always screaming

Is somebody hurt

Or did somebody fall

Backgroud

I never knew, you'd draw me in

Foreground

I loved the music

Loved the way it drew me in

Loved the way it made me feel

Made me hope and dream that day

I dreamed of

Playing on the records

Being at the gig

Knockin on the thin wall

Later I found that music could mean

What you want it to mean

Its the yen and the yang

As Cannon used to say Ahuuuummm !

THE BALL USED TO SAY AAAHHHUUUMMM !

As the ball, used to say AAAAAHHHUMMMM !