*the soft and tortured yearning of the yardbird
(a song for Charlie “Bird” Parker)

will you hear me wont’cha do wont’cha dooooo
will you hear me wont’cha do wont’cha dooooo
i’m somewhere here
in this crowded dark room
alone in a corner
playing on the floor with broken things
my veins they fulling with nobody cares
spilling my days in a small pint jar
will you hear me wont’cha do wont’cha dooooo
will you hear me wont’cha do wont’cha dooooo
my sophistication is a syncopated thing
the stagger and swagger
they all mixed up together
in sweet round hips and homemade claims
lonely bellies sucking on voodoo bones
and sump’n tied here in me sanging
dat got no name
will you hear me wont’cha do wont’cha dooooo
will you hear me wont’cha do wont’cha dooooo
no time!NO TIME!no time there is in here with me
the trip is quick
a few words cussed in vacant lots
and sump’n waiting out here
i’m buried young at the end
of some other day
will you hear me wont’cha do wont’cha dooooo
will you hear me wont’cha do wont’cha dooooo

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