Plus Your Style (With the Chords My Body Sings)

JamesWmFrank

jazz, spoken-word, soul

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Verse 1 — Frankie (spoken-sung, baritone, unhurried)

Ferlinghetti, tell me,
    the lyrics of life
I said
      not the rules

I've been living and learning
      in the margins
where clocks
      lose their nerve

My body knew
      before my mind
leaned in
      to listen

I don’t chase
      the song
the song
      finds
me

(piano breath — bass walks once)

Pre-Chorus — Frankie (half-sung, low melodic rise)

Between the beat
      and the pause
I learned to stay

Between the scar
      and the story
I learned to play

Chorus — Frankie (sung, warm grit)

I’ll plus your style
      with the chords...
my body sings

I’ll leave the line
      unfinished
let the silence
      bring
the meaning

I’ll plus your style
      with the truth
that  - breathes

not what I thought
      I knew
but what
      my body believes

Verse 2 — Ferlinghetti (spoken word, dry wit, measured pace)

He says; Kid
don’t square it up

Life
      walks crooked
on purpose

Truth
      leans
against brick walls
and laughs
      at the sameness

Leave fingerprints
      on the line
let the reader
      trip
a little

That’s how
      you both know
they’re alive

(brushes enter — trumpet sighs once)

Verse 3 — Frankie (spoken-sung, more melodic now)

I've been carrying
      a gospel
in my ribs

No choir
      no pulpit
just pulse

Every love
      a revision
Every fall
      a footnote

If the page
      can’t dance
I don’t
      write it

Chorus — Frankie (repeat, fuller harmony)

I’ll plus your style
      with the chords
my body sings

I’ll leave the truth
      off-balance
so the future
      leans

I’ll plus your style
      with the sound
of now

Not how it ends
      but how
it
      bows

Bridge — Ferlinghetti (spoken, almost whispered)

The poem
      isn’t finished

It happens
      while someone
is reading

If you hear footsteps
      in the lines

You did it right

Outro — Frankie (sung, fading, intimate)

So play it
      crooked

Leave room
      for breath

If the world
      demands
you behave

Write back...
      in jazz

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Verse 1 — Frankie (spoken-sung, baritone, unhurried) Ferlinghetti, tell me, the lyrics of life I said not the rules I've been living and learning in the margins where clocks lose their nerve My body knew before my mind leaned in to listen I don’t chase the song the song finds me (piano breath — bass walks once) Pre-Chorus — Frankie (half-sung, low melodic rise) Between the beat and the pause I learned to stay Between the scar and the story I learned to play Chorus — Frankie (sung, warm grit) I’ll plus your style with the chords... my body sings I’ll leave the line unfinished let the silence bring the meaning I’ll plus your style with the truth that - breathes not what I thought I knew but what my body believes Verse 2 — Ferlinghetti (spoken word, dry wit, measured pace) He says; Kid don’t square it up Life walks crooked on purpose Truth leans against brick walls and laughs at the sameness Leave fingerprints on the line let the reader trip a little That’s how you both know they’re alive (brushes enter — trumpet sighs once) Verse 3 — Frankie (spoken-sung, more melodic now) I've been carrying a gospel in my ribs No choir no pulpit just pulse Every love a revision Every fall a footnote If the page can’t dance I don’t write it Chorus — Frankie (repeat, fuller harmony) I’ll plus your style with the chords my body sings I’ll leave the truth off-balance so the future leans I’ll plus your style with the sound of now Not how it ends but how it bows Bridge — Ferlinghetti (spoken, almost whispered) The poem isn’t finished It happens while someone is reading If you hear footsteps in the lines You did it right Outro — Frankie (sung, fading, intimate) So play it crooked Leave room for breath If the world demands you behave Write back... in jazz

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