i could close my eyes a million pictures would be there of you,
ten million chances, what were the stakes, who knew,
i could bury my soul near the garden where the orchids bloom,
it’s all a summer time, a somber mood a glimpse for all to see,
a sometimes sad but realistic view, of another’s life and the houses
where the cards may fall, fools are made every minute a dance begun as the hours fade as the work is done, it’s a quiet sound where the night has come to rest, never shown little known never gone never wanted never home, never forgot, never seen, never again,
if it all was one, if there was no doubt,
if we finally see what it’s all about,
if the truth was bare, if the truth was free of charge,
if the truth was bare, and there was no doubt,
if we finally see, what it’s all about,
if it all was free, if it all was one,
seldom scene have you heard fatal flaw spoken word,
seldom scene have you heard fatal flaw spoken word,
i could rise away, into a stream of hope and fear upon the ether go
who would ever know, and i could carry the forgiveness flag across the great divide, it’s all a mourning time a lonesome eye, a magic flow,
a smoke and mirrors show, a soul we’ll never know,
yes indivisible and the houses where the cards prevail,
fools are made every minute, a dance begun, as the hours fade,
as the work is done, it’s a quiet sound where the night has come to rest, never shown, little known, never gone, never wanted,
never home, never forgot, never seen, never again,
seldom scene, have you heard, fatal flaw spoken word,
seldom scene, have you heard, fatal flaw, spoken word,
seldom scene, have you heard, fatal flaw spoken word,
seldom scene, have you heard, fatal flaw, spoken word,
what do you want, what are saying, what do you mean,
what game you playing, sell me the moon, look in my eyes,
tell me the truth, you can't sell me lies, what is your plan,
where will you stand, what do you seek with your head in the sand,
so often it's smoke from the tome of absurd,
seldom scene have you heard, fatal flaw spoken word,
what's it about, the back of your hand, breaking the rules
as it suits your demand, where will you go, who do you know,
is there a need for the greed that you show, language of fear,
call yourself civilized, there's a void in your heart, and you can't empathize, so often it's smoke from the tome of absurd,
seldom scene have you heard, fatal flaw spoken word.
"MGJ first made waves…in New York's loft-jazz scene of the 1970s… alongside such major innovators as Oliver Lake, David
Murray, and Wadada Leo Smith, he quietly laid the groundwork for much of what we take for granted in the contemporary jazz-guitar vocabulary." National Sawdust NY
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