That's What Jazz Is to Me

Jazz: big lubra-lipped women with five testicles

Fire-eating dragons dressed as society whores

Crazy, two-timing bitches running riot on Limpet Grove

Ghetto blasting blasters blasting magnificently

The blossoms falling from the cherry trees

That's what jazz is to me

High buildings with crippled backs circle around my dreams

I clutch at the greasy tails of my dreams

White blossom falling from the cherry trees

That's what jazz is to me

Ten bottles standing in a row military style

With hats pulled low over their brows

A thousand wasted hours

Skeletons entwined and fucking in brain

In the fields of the brave dawn

Blossoms falling from the cherry trees

That's what jazz is to me

And history repeating itself like a finger loop

All the great cars of the world in one massive collision

All the doctors swallowed up by one incompetent decision

All the great theorists and teachers eaten alive

And spewing sex, bitter, dirty blood

Religious ecstasy

And a blossom falling from a cherry tree

That's what jazz is to me

Blind fish being used as musical scales

Sharks, puffer fish and whales

I long to be by the sea

Where a blossom falls from a cherry tree

That's what jazz is for me

Three form, four form, five form, six form

Seven form, eight form, nine form, ten

A blossom falling from a cherry tree

That's what jazz is for me

As Einstein said about his theory

I love it, I love it, I love that

It's in your heart, it's in your soul, it's in your mind

The colour of death, sweet vanilla essence

Richard Harris and Donald Pleasance

And a cherry blossom falling from a apple tree