Quand Le Jazz Entre En Lice
Isabelle Antena
When Jazz Takes the Stage
No need for me to record on a forty-eight track.
In ecstasy, as a soloist.
When jazz takes the stage,
I go crescendo.
No need for me to record on a forty-eight track.
In ecstasy, as a soloist,
When jazz takes the stage,
I go crescendo.
On the melodic line
I take a ticket.
No downtime
On chord progressions.
I fly over the harmonics
Even the silences invite me
To dream in rhythm
The music is an accomplice
When jazz takes the stage.
No need for me to record on a forty-eight track
In ecstasy, as a soloist.
When jazz takes the stage
I go crescendo.
No need for me to record on a forty-eight track
In ecstasy, as a soloist.
When jazz takes the stage,
I go crescendo.
It's quite selfish of me.
But I only listen to the solo
Played by the bassist.
Yes, it's the tempo.
Exactly the tempo needed
To explode in a thousand rhythms.
And make vibrate within me,
Under a brass sun,
A burning swing, on the surface.
No need for me to record on a forty-eight track.
In ecstasy, as a soloist.
When jazz takes the stage,
I go crescendo.
No need for me to record on a forty-eight track
In ecstasy, as a soloist.
When jazz takes the stage,
I go crescendo.
I go crescendo.
