Lots of good stuff in this one. As is the case with pretty well all of Gino's material--amazing chord formations and sequences that are on top the world--and have been since the early 70's.
E Porto del cielo ahora abirra...e tutti qua para dios.. Todos magnifaco.the song, words, composition , is great and tells it like it is.....Graci, Graci...this is a song to heal you in life...hope it's not too late....Giorgio Messina...
Yes I can!! I try to imagine the gorgeous look on his face as the notes dance in his brain and soul. And how his handsome eyes dart around as he imagines notes flying here and there. Oh what a mind and voice he has...all wrapped up in an image of Adonis who knows how to move.
Hail to the shaman and his cardboard drum and the riffraff Dancing in the sun I sing for thee Praise to the ugly and the dispossessed and the genius born of The viper's nest You have set me free Hey, you cranks and you clowns with your heads hanging down I bring good tidings to you For all the talent that he has Jehovah don't play jazz like the devil do See the rose sprung from the heap of dung The shafthorse hot and heavy hung shamelessly Check the star dust oozing in the mud on it pilgrimage to flesh and blood Now ain't that you and me Hey, you Shakespeares in rags little heretics and hags To thine own self be true Well, he may be beautiful and king but Jehovah he don't swing like the devil Birdman, Birdman, what's the word, man Into the night we go Billie, Billie, knock me silly Sing to me soft and low Save me from losing my soul to a heaven as cold as ice I'd sooner be a free man in hell than a prisoner in paradise So I toot my toot for the man with roots Hey, fifer on the E-flat flute play on, play on All you sinners and you infidels you you artful madmen bound for hell Come sing along Come on, you potty-trained saints spouting' isms and ain'ts Dig the poetry my man Well all deference to his throne Gabriel he don't play no saxophone like Coltrane can Now, save me from losing my soul to a heaven as cold as ice I'd sooner be a free man in hell than a prisoner in paradise I'd sooner catch fire than kill my desire Hail to the shaman and his cardboard drum and the riffraff Dancing in the sun I sing for you For all the talent he has Jehovah don't play jazz like the devil do Yeah, the devil do Must admit he do Ah, da devil do Birdman, Birdman, what's the word, man Into the night we go Billie, Billie, knock me silly Sing to me soft and low Foll all the talent that he has Jehovah don't play no jazz ....
Good Lord !!! Words and music ....words and music deep as Shakespeare
So effin good
Intoxicating. 💛
Lots of good stuff in this one. As is the case with pretty well all of Gino's material--amazing chord formations and sequences that are on top the world--and have been since the early 70's.
The Magic of Music! ♥️. Some of it devilish! It is what it is!
The total pkg! Classic Gino.
E Porto del cielo ahora abirra...e tutti qua para dios.. Todos magnifaco.the song, words, composition , is great and tells it like it is.....Graci, Graci...this is a song to heal you in life...hope it's not too late....Giorgio Messina...
Can you just see the music.... swirling around in that beautiful head of his...!
Yes I can!! I try to imagine the gorgeous look on his face as the notes dance in his brain and soul. And how his handsome eyes dart around as he imagines notes flying here and there. Oh what a mind and voice he has...all wrapped up in an image of Adonis who knows how to move.
Dragi moj kolega Gino srdačan pozdrav bog nice odličan album
Hail to the shaman and his cardboard drum and the riffraff
Dancing in the sun
I sing for thee
Praise to the ugly and the dispossessed and the genius born of
The viper's nest
You have set me free
Hey, you cranks and you clowns with your heads hanging down
I bring good tidings to you
For all the talent that he has Jehovah don't play jazz like the devil do
See the rose sprung from the heap of dung
The shafthorse hot and heavy hung shamelessly
Check the star dust oozing in the mud on it pilgrimage to flesh and blood
Now ain't that you and me
Hey, you Shakespeares in rags little heretics and hags
To thine own self be true
Well, he may be beautiful and king but Jehovah he don't swing like the devil
Birdman, Birdman, what's the word, man
Into the night we go
Billie, Billie, knock me silly
Sing to me soft and low
Save me from losing my soul to a heaven as cold as ice
I'd sooner be a free man in hell than a prisoner in paradise
So I toot my toot for the man with roots
Hey, fifer on the E-flat flute play on, play on
All you sinners and you infidels you you artful madmen bound for hell
Come sing along
Come on, you potty-trained saints spouting' isms and ain'ts
Dig the poetry my man
Well all deference to his throne
Gabriel he don't play no saxophone like Coltrane can
Now, save me from losing my soul to a heaven as cold as ice
I'd sooner be a free man in hell than a prisoner in paradise
I'd sooner catch fire than kill my desire
Hail to the shaman and his cardboard drum and the riffraff
Dancing in the sun
I sing for you
For all the talent he has Jehovah don't play jazz like the devil do
Yeah, the devil do
Must admit he do
Ah, da devil do
Birdman, Birdman, what's the word, man
Into the night we go
Billie, Billie, knock me silly
Sing to me soft and low
Foll all the talent that he has Jehovah don't play no jazz ....
Gino Vannelli
👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻
This is so great ⭐
Yes he do...
Jehovah Is another name for GOD.
It is sacred.....watch GINO! 🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃
prelijepo nice
Like the song, but will never agree with the words.
Been a Gino fan since '79 but I often feel a twinge of guilt for liking this song, which borders on heresy.
The lyrics “ knock me silly” are way too humorous! 😅
No He dont! But Better!