The Birth Of The Blues - Oscar Peterson Trio

These are the blues Nothing but blues Oh, they say some people long ago Were searching for a different tune One that they could croon As only they can They only had the rhythm So they started swaying to and fro They didn't know just what to use That is how the blues really began They heard the breeze in the trees Singing weird melodies And they made that the start of the blues And from a jail came the wail Of a down-hearted frail And they played that As part of the blues From a whippoorwill Way up on a hill They took a new note Pushed it through a horn Until it was worn Into a blue note And then they nursed it They rehearsed it And then sent out that news That the Southland gave birth to the blues They nursed it And they rehearsed it And they sent out that news That the Southland they gave birth to the blues.

Boogie, boogie-woogie The boogie-woogie-woogie beat Down in Africa, many years ago There lived a little fella named Zulu Joe He took his tom-tom, a great big stick And that was the birth of the boogie lick Birth of the boogie, birth of the boogie Birth of the boogie, birth of the boogie Birth of the boogie, the boogie-woogie-woogie beat Then Joe got hip and he started to sing The animals flipped and began to swing Monkey, elephant, kangaroo They all picked up on the boogie too Birth of the boogie, birth of the boogie Birth of the boogie, birth of the boogie Birth of the boogie, the boogie-woogie-woogie beat Well, the animals a-boogied all over the place The rabbit spit in the bulldog's face Joe kept a-beatin' 'til the early morn And that's when the boogie-woogie was born Birth of the boogie, birth of the boogie Birth of the boogie, birth of the boogie Birth of the boogie, the boogie-woogie-woogie beat

Let him crave understanding Let him crave your wisdom Let him crave Let him need you Father, for the self-control I'm just a Judas, looking for a silver line And tomorrow is still a step behind Hey, hey, drama, I'd love to be a waste of your time Oh no, thanks so much for wasting mine So hear me out Let's hear it for the damaged Who understands but the broken? Developed in the arms of spite I'm all fucked up, and I make it look good Adrenaline sight tonight I'm overthrown I'm over your throne I'm over it Sick, sickened, I'm sickening, I'm stricken by the fist Blessed are the fires that have burned me Listen to this, the lesson is, never underestimate the agony Death of the fool, birth of the cruel Remember how you spent the best part of forever in a state of pure disease? It was another thing altogether to forget that you brought out the worst in me Hey, karma, you don't feel like I do You just wish you'd hate like I do We are the bitter, the maladjusted and wise Fighting off a generation too uptight We're all dressed up with nobody to kill The rhetoric stops tonight I'm overthrown I'm over your throne I'm over it Sick, sickened, I'm sickening, I'm stricken by the fist Blessed are the fires that have burned me Listen to this, the lesson is, never underestimate the agony Death of the fool, birth of the, birth of the cruel, yeah Now's not the time for denying Shifting the focus to scare Let's not forget we're all guilty All three dimensions polluted by earnest despair I'm overthrown I'm over your throne I'm overthrown I'm over your throne I'm over it Let him crave understanding Let him crave your wisdom Let him crave, let him be provoked Father, by self-control That he can see, look in the enemy in front of him Because cursed, not today, sucker Go back to Hell where you belong