I find
In The Aeroplane Over The Sea to be the perfect album to listen to while having a pipe. It's not for everyone, but the eclectic instruments and whimsical but esoteric lyrics are really elevated while enjoying a bowl
Ahmad Jamal was a favorite of mine. I saw him live a few times in Chicago clubs. His classic album
But Not For Me, At The Pershing, was among the first jazz albums I purchased, an original mono LP I bought in 1961. Here is the iconic "Poinciana."
May his memory be eternal.
Some passages remind me of a Kurt Weill composition “Was die Herren Matrosen sagen” (The sailors Tango) written 1928 for Bertolt Brechts “Happy End”.
Translation:
Lyrics
Hello! Now we're going over to Burma
We've got plenty of whisky with us
And cigars we'll smoke, Henry Clay
And the girls are already over my head
Well, we're just so free now
Well, we're so free now
Cause there are other cigars we don't smoke
And we don't have enough smoke to go further than Burma
And we don't need a dear God
And a decency, we don't need either
Well, goodbye
And that's sailing along, and that's arriving too
And a dear God doesn't show up
And the good Lord, maybe he doesn't care at all
And if he does, well, he'll have to send for it
Well, goodbye
With the man with me not, and well what then, my son?
And what's missing, well then let me know
And a finer emotion
Not for a million, he'll be happy with everything...
Yes the sea is blue, so blue
It's all happening
And when the show's over
Then it starts all over again
The sea is blue, so blue
And it goes on for a long time
Yes, the sea is blue, so blue
Yes, the sea is blue, so blue
Yes, the sea is blue, so blue
The sea is blu-au
Now all it takes is one storm
Well, there's already the dock of Burma
You hold it! It's just a black wall of clouds
Man and the waves, see all kinds
Man, it's going to swallow up the whole company!
Yes, we're right on the edge now
Yes, we're right on the edge now
As if the ship is sinking to the bottom
The sea goes over
And those who have sunk, only the shark in the lake is looking for them
No more whiskey and no more Henry Clay
Where we're goin' now, no girl's goin' across
Well, goodbye
And the water that rises
And the ship that sinks
And there's no saving shore to be seen
Only a ship that doesn't float
Only a beach that does not wave
Well, everyone has to send himself in
Well, goodbye
Now let me tell you something
We've seen it before
A lifetime of tearing up the pier
And then something stands in front of God's Tron
We'll pee in our pants...
Yes, the sea is blue, so blue
It all goes its way
And when the show is over
It doesn't start all over again
Yes, the sea is blue, so blue
And it doesn't go on much longer
Yes, the sea is blue, so blue
Yes, the sea is blue, so blue
Yes, the sea is blue, so blue
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