In her own sweet world
Populated by dolls and clowns
and a prince and a big purple bear.
Lives my favorite girl,
unaware of the worried frowns
us weary grown ups all wear.
In the sun she dances to silent music,
songs that are spun of gold
somewhere in her own little head.
Someday all too soon
she’ll grow up and she’ll leave her dolls
and her prince and that silly old bear.
When she goes they will cry
as she whispers «Good-bye.»
They will miss her I fear
but then so will I.
it pleases me even more to no end that more than 10 million humans stopped here since 2006 to spend 4 and a half minutes listening to this brilliant music.
I know nothing about jazz. But damn, this trio are just playing instruments with their eyes closed, and its just mesmerizing for me. Tumultuous in very intricate way.
When i listen to this, since years ago, i cant stand to repeat again and again till thousands times....his touch just like magic...is there anyone feel like i do?