All the Things You Are (Reimagined)
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โฑ๏ธ 4:22 duration
๐ ID: 11039378
๐ Lyrics
All the things you are aren't enough to forestall
The crashing financial headaches
Or late night battles over unused toothbrushes
Unmunched lunches, lights not shut, surfaces not swept
Or the existential morass surrounding the kid's sagging pants
Even your "promised touch of springtime" can't protect us
From the terrible job Leo did on the roof
That caused the flood next to the garbage cans
Which culminated in the tragic call to the roofer
Who really and truly fell
I wonder if I ever told you there was a time
When ripping through the chord changes
Of this old song afforded a guy a place of honor
Among young jazzers
How back then, Sam
Furnace was my go-to pilot sitting next to me at the Henry Street
Big band alto strapped to his side all the things
He was achingly elegant, quiet, focused a study in fire
Who could imagine that one day
We'd attach those headphones to his fragile bluegrey
Head five short months after the bad news
Mobley, Griffin and Coltrane singing him
Into the "breathless hush of evening from their golden bells
Truth is, "Things" change
And the song was never a favorite
Just another river to flop around in
Another impossible lawn made greener
By someone else's eight notes
Today when we were cooking oatmeal
I heard Sonny Criss drive his Selmer
Through the "Angel glow that lights a star" line
And I marveled at the metaphorical power of stars
How they rise above the bridges of all these old tunes
Even glistening above our most tragic roofs
And I wondered what star big Sam ended up on
And whether or not he stuck with the Lamberson mouthpiece
Or switched back to the Selmer C Star
Opting for a slightly thinner line
To thread a breathless heaven
The crashing financial headaches
Or late night battles over unused toothbrushes
Unmunched lunches, lights not shut, surfaces not swept
Or the existential morass surrounding the kid's sagging pants
Even your "promised touch of springtime" can't protect us
From the terrible job Leo did on the roof
That caused the flood next to the garbage cans
Which culminated in the tragic call to the roofer
Who really and truly fell
I wonder if I ever told you there was a time
When ripping through the chord changes
Of this old song afforded a guy a place of honor
Among young jazzers
How back then, Sam
Furnace was my go-to pilot sitting next to me at the Henry Street
Big band alto strapped to his side all the things
He was achingly elegant, quiet, focused a study in fire
Who could imagine that one day
We'd attach those headphones to his fragile bluegrey
Head five short months after the bad news
Mobley, Griffin and Coltrane singing him
Into the "breathless hush of evening from their golden bells
Truth is, "Things" change
And the song was never a favorite
Just another river to flop around in
Another impossible lawn made greener
By someone else's eight notes
Today when we were cooking oatmeal
I heard Sonny Criss drive his Selmer
Through the "Angel glow that lights a star" line
And I marveled at the metaphorical power of stars
How they rise above the bridges of all these old tunes
Even glistening above our most tragic roofs
And I wondered what star big Sam ended up on
And whether or not he stuck with the Lamberson mouthpiece
Or switched back to the Selmer C Star
Opting for a slightly thinner line
To thread a breathless heaven
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:47.65] All the things you are aren't enough to forestall
[00:51.54] The crashing financial headaches
[00:53.98] Or late night battles over unused toothbrushes
[00:57.83] Unmunched lunches, lights not shut, surfaces not swept
[01:02.02] Or the existential morass surrounding the kid's sagging pants
[01:07.75] Even your "promised touch of springtime" can't protect us
[01:11.40] From the terrible job Leo did on the roof
[01:13.88] That caused the flood next to the garbage cans
[01:16.57] Which culminated in the tragic call to the roofer
[01:19.42] Who really and truly fell
[01:21.93] I wonder if I ever told you there was a time
[01:23.82] When ripping through the chord changes
[01:26.21] Of this old song afforded a guy a place of honor
[01:28.69] Among young jazzers
[01:30.21] How back then, Sam
[01:31.23] Furnace was my go-to pilot sitting next to me at the Henry Street
[01:36.07] Big band alto strapped to his side all the things
[01:39.45] He was achingly elegant, quiet, focused a study in fire
[01:44.62] Who could imagine that one day
[01:46.02] We'd attach those headphones to his fragile bluegrey
[01:49.48] Head five short months after the bad news
[01:53.19] Mobley, Griffin and Coltrane singing him
[01:55.30] Into the "breathless hush of evening from their golden bells
[01:59.93] Truth is, "Things" change
[02:02.96] And the song was never a favorite
[02:04.86] Just another river to flop around in
[02:06.79] Another impossible lawn made greener
[02:08.82] By someone else's eight notes
[02:11.78] Today when we were cooking oatmeal
[02:13.48] I heard Sonny Criss drive his Selmer
[02:16.16] Through the "Angel glow that lights a star" line
[02:19.63] And I marveled at the metaphorical power of stars
[02:23.03] How they rise above the bridges of all these old tunes
[02:26.84] Even glistening above our most tragic roofs
[02:31.51]
[02:36.07] And I wondered what star big Sam ended up on
[02:39.75] And whether or not he stuck with the Lamberson mouthpiece
[02:42.69] Or switched back to the Selmer C Star
[02:46.88] Opting for a slightly thinner line
[02:50.68]
[03:09.93] To thread a breathless heaven
[04:21.65]
[00:51.54] The crashing financial headaches
[00:53.98] Or late night battles over unused toothbrushes
[00:57.83] Unmunched lunches, lights not shut, surfaces not swept
[01:02.02] Or the existential morass surrounding the kid's sagging pants
[01:07.75] Even your "promised touch of springtime" can't protect us
[01:11.40] From the terrible job Leo did on the roof
[01:13.88] That caused the flood next to the garbage cans
[01:16.57] Which culminated in the tragic call to the roofer
[01:19.42] Who really and truly fell
[01:21.93] I wonder if I ever told you there was a time
[01:23.82] When ripping through the chord changes
[01:26.21] Of this old song afforded a guy a place of honor
[01:28.69] Among young jazzers
[01:30.21] How back then, Sam
[01:31.23] Furnace was my go-to pilot sitting next to me at the Henry Street
[01:36.07] Big band alto strapped to his side all the things
[01:39.45] He was achingly elegant, quiet, focused a study in fire
[01:44.62] Who could imagine that one day
[01:46.02] We'd attach those headphones to his fragile bluegrey
[01:49.48] Head five short months after the bad news
[01:53.19] Mobley, Griffin and Coltrane singing him
[01:55.30] Into the "breathless hush of evening from their golden bells
[01:59.93] Truth is, "Things" change
[02:02.96] And the song was never a favorite
[02:04.86] Just another river to flop around in
[02:06.79] Another impossible lawn made greener
[02:08.82] By someone else's eight notes
[02:11.78] Today when we were cooking oatmeal
[02:13.48] I heard Sonny Criss drive his Selmer
[02:16.16] Through the "Angel glow that lights a star" line
[02:19.63] And I marveled at the metaphorical power of stars
[02:23.03] How they rise above the bridges of all these old tunes
[02:26.84] Even glistening above our most tragic roofs
[02:31.51]
[02:36.07] And I wondered what star big Sam ended up on
[02:39.75] And whether or not he stuck with the Lamberson mouthpiece
[02:42.69] Or switched back to the Selmer C Star
[02:46.88] Opting for a slightly thinner line
[02:50.68]
[03:09.93] To thread a breathless heaven
[04:21.65]