Jazz. Fire eating drag-queens dressed as society whores. Crazy two timing bitches running round. Ghetto blasting blasters blasting magnificently. Blossoms falling from the cherry trees. That's what jazz is to me. High buildings with crippled backs circle around my dreams. I clutch at the greasy tails of my dreams. White blossom falling from the cherry trees. That's what jazz is to me. Ten bottles standing in a row military style. With hats pulled low over their brows. A thousand wasted hours. Skeletons entwined fucking and braying ? fields. Blossoms falling from the cherry tree. That's what jazz is to me. History repeating itself like a. All the great cars of the world in one massive collision. All the doctors swallowed up by one incompetence. All the great theorists and teachers eaten alive .... Religious extacy and a blossom falling from a cherry tree. That's what jazz is to me. Blind fish being used as musical scales. Sharks puffed for fish and whales. I long to be by the sea where a blossom falls from a cherry tree. That's what jazz is to me. Three forms four forms five forms six forms. Seven forms eight forms nine forms. A blossom falling from the cherry tree. That's what jazz is to me. As Einstein said about his theory. I love I love I love I love jazz. It's in your heart it's in your soul it's in your mind. The colour of death sweet vanilla essence. Richard Harris and Donald Pleasance. And a cherry blossom falling from a cherry tree.