God’s Empty Chair ist nicht der beste Text von Iain Matthews, aber die Referenzen sind nicht zu uebersehen…
Well gold in the eyes of a rich man
Is pure joy and I guess that’s okay
To me, joy is a warm and a muted horn
It’s you, in a silent way
What if nobody suffered from heartaches?
If we never played music again
No Prez, no Bird, no nothing at all
No you and no sketches of Spain
Now all that I choose to remember
Is all you’ve decided to share
As surely as night is descending
On God’s empty chair
And just when we thought it was over
When there’s fear in the eyes of the fool
We were ready to say
Man let’s call it a day
In you came with the birth of the cool
Oh how could I start to explain it
Just how long I’ve been humming that tune
Won’t you turn and look over your shoulder
again
It’s just me and I’m kinda blue
All that I choose to remember
Is all you’ve decided to share
As surely as night is descending
On God’s empty chair
How surely the night has descended
On God’s empty chair
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Unbedingt erwaehnt werden sollte natuerlich auch Dancing Girl von Terry Callier, auch wenn es dort strenggenommen nur eine halbe Strophe ueber Charlie Parker gibt…
Meanwhile in the ghettos dust and gloom.
Bird is blowin in his room.
All those notes(x3)
wont take the pain away.
And you’ll surely come to harm,
with that needle all up in your arm.
And dope will never turn the night to day.
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