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DAWN ON THE GLADYS MARRIE
The fog rolls gently in, the gulls cry keen
and he gives dull earth the slip, aboard Gladys Marrie.
Wrapped 'round in filmy veil, kissed and slapped by sea
he glides in pearly still, a dory brave is she…
Yes, it’s dawn, Gladys Marrie.
The sun on deep salt brine, melts mist to sea
'Neath the waves the silvers shine, below Gladys Marrie.
The jetty riffs and strains against fresh’ning seas,
Breasting waves trapp’d twixt rock arms, a dory strong is she…
Yes, like his own, Gladys Marrie.
O how she darts forth quickly. How she delights in the breeze!
And when the ocean roughens... She sails calm and sturdy
like his own Gladys Marrie.
~ Mary Elizabeth (Haynes) Lee
April, 1985
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FALL
Drift, float, fall away, the seasons cede
- crisp light colors bright -
a breeze today, hard frost in they
the leaves fill eves ---
Though, winter's breathe looms near,
ice sickles yet to pierce our souls or wit,
the long nights come ---
Drift, float, fall, our leaves unveil seeds,
life held ‘til March is done.
Gold and crimson retiring years spin by our sides
- like our minds recall the blooms of May -
this life falls fast yet lives in those
--- who last.
~ Phil Haynes
(lyric for my mother, Gladys Haynes)
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COME RAIN OR COME SHINE
I'm gonna love you like no one's loved you
Come rain or come shine
High as a mountain, deep as a river
Come rain or come shine
I guess when you met me
It was just one of those things
But don't ever bet me
'Cause I'm gonna be true, well, if you let me
You're gonna love me like nobody's loved me
Come rain or come shine
Happy together, unhappy together
And wouldn't it be fine?
Days may be cloudy or sunny
We're in or are we out of the money?
Yeah, but I'm with you always
I'm with you rain or shine
You're gonna love me like nobody's loved me
Come rain or come shine
Happy together, unhappy together
And wouldn't it be fine?
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BALLAD FOR HEIKE
When the breath of life divines a kin,
one finds and kneads moist rhymes, a creed,
from eyes so keen, yet calm.
As our journey bends through fresh love's door
these days slide fast and then cry flight.
Spinning seasons change, choice retires,
there's no rebirth in time, less fire.
As we join to play,
claiming blue happiness,
it's time to change our mourn.
Should the seeds of May restrike our core,
there shall only be subtle lines of free blossoms,
fragrant with lore.
~ Phil Haynes
(for Heike Langwald)
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SHENANDOAH
Shenandoah, I love your daughter
Away, you rolling river
I'll take her across the water
Away, we're bound away,
Cross the wide Missouri
My Shenandoah, I long to see you
Away, you rolling river
I'll not deceive you
Away, bound away,
Cross the wide Missouri
Seven years, I've been a rover
Away, you rolling river
Seven years I've been a rover
Away, bound away,
Cross the wide Missouri
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I used to visit all the very gay places.
Those come-what-may places,
where one relaxes on the axis
of the wheel of life -
to get the feel of life -
from jazz & cocktails . . .
The girls I knew had sad and sullen gray faces
with distingué traces,
that used to be there -
you could see where,
they'd been washed away -
by too many through the day . . .
Twelve o'clock tales.
Then you came along,
with your siren song,
to tempt me to madness.
I thought for awhile
that your poignant smile
was tinged with the sadness
of a great love for me?
I guess (Ah, yes), I was wrong . . .
Again, I was wrong.
Life is lonely again
and only last year everything seemed so sure -
now life is awful again --
a trough-full of hearts could only be a bore.
A week in Paris might ease the bite of it.
All I care is to smile in spite of it.
I'll forget you, I will,
while yet you are still
burning inside my brain . . .
Romance is mush,
stifling those who strive.
I'll live a lush life,
In some small dive . . .
And there I'll be,
while I rot with the rest,
of those whose lives are lonely, too
~Billy Strayhorn
(age 17, yo!)
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THE TENNESSEE WALTZ
I was dancing with my darling to the Tennessee Waltz
When an old friend I happened to see
I introduced her to my loved one
And while they were dancing
My friend stole my sweetheart from me
I remember the night and the Tennessee Waltz
Now I know just how much I have lost
Yes, I lost my little darling the night they were playing
The beautiful Tennessee Waltz
I was dancing with my darling to the Tennessee Waltz
When an old friend I happened to see
I introduced her to my loved one
And while they were dancing
My friend stole my sweetheart from me
I remember the night and the Tennessee Waltz
Now I know just how much I have lost
Yes, I lost my little darling the night they were playing
The beautiful Tennessee Waltz
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HONOR
Remember Honor
Your Zen-self always seeks one
Our in / out world
~ Phil Haynes
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ALONE
Windswept heart(s)
beneath our crushing waves
Tears seek joy
soaked mountains in its way
Alone
not lonely
Alone
only in my way
Joyous tears
hopeful fears
blinded by my mind’s eye --- (s)
Wind from rain
sails briefly from our fog
breathing life
gasping thoughts
holding out for
reign
~ Phil Haynes
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WHAT A WONDERFUL WORLD
I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world
I see skies of blue and clouds of white
The bright blessed days, the dark sacred nights
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world
The colors of the rainbow
So pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces
Of people going by
I see friends shaking hands, saying, "How do you do?"
They're really saying, "I love you"
I hear babies cry, I watch them grow
They'll learn much more
Than I'll ever know
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world
Yes, I think to myself
What a wonderful world
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RESPECT
What you want, baby, I got it
What you need, do you know I got it?
All I'm askin' is for a little respect when you come home
(Just a little bit) Hey baby
(Just a little bit) when you get home
(Just a little bit) mister
(Just a little bit)
I ain't gonna do you wrong while you're gone
Ain't gon' do you wrong 'cause I don't wanna
All I'm askin' is for a little respect when you come home
(Just a little bit) Baby
(Just a little bit) When you get home
(Just a little bit) Yeah
(Just a little bit)
I'm about to give you all of my money
And all I'm askin' in return, honey
Is to give me my propers when you get home
Ooh, your kisses, sweeter than honey
And guess what? So is my money
All I want you to do for me, is give it to me when you get home
(Re, re, re, re) Yeah baby
(Re, re, re, re) Whip it to me
(Respect, just a little bit) When you get home, now
(Just a little bit)
R-E-S-P-E-C-T, find out what it means to me
R-E-S-P-E-C-T, take care of T-C-B
(Sock it to me, sock it to me, sock it to me, sock it to me)
A little respect
(Sock it to me, sock it to me, sock it to me, sock it to me)
Whoa, babe
(Just a little bit) A little respect
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JOY
youthful, bright
innocent …
curious
transparent
a shooting star
brilliant, radiant
end point unknown
certain, but not precise
thankful, trusting
supportive of other life
loves
work
passions
optimism
caught between
emotions
desires
reality
duty/honor
love and fresh blushes
respect and awe
appreciation
plus, never envy, but ...
belief in another peak
~ Phil Haynes
(for Joyce Riha Linik)
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MY FUNNY VALENTINE
My funny valentine
Sweet, comic valentine
You make me smile with my heart
Your looks are laughable
Unphotographable
Yet you're my favorite work of art
Is your figure less than Greek?
Is your mouth a little weak?
When you open it to speak
Are you smiling?
But don't change your hair for me
Not if you care for me
Stay, little valentine, stay
Each day is Valentine's Day
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JUST IN TIME
Just in time, you found me just in time
Before you came my time was running low
I was lost, them losing dice were tossed
My bridges all were crossed, nowhere to go
Now you're here and I know where I'm going
No more doubt or fear, I've found my way...
Just in time, you found me
Before you came my time was running low
I was lost, them losing dice were tossed
My bridges all were crossed, nowhere to go, nowhere to
Now you're here and I know where I'm going
No more doubt, no more fear, I've found my way
So let's live today, any way
Changed me, changed me, changed me once again
And changed my lonely nights that lucky day
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LAST DANCE
our time is not done when heartbeat --- slips away
one’s journey ripples long, found
resonant from truths lived ---
our actions echo more, than words or faith
a father marks deep, leaving us not alone
we leap with his cry now
--- reaching out --- touching will --- resounding still ---
~ ph lyric
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A LIFE IMPROVISED is an epic and breathtaking 62 take tour of Haynes' career as international percussionist, composer, sideman, educator, producer & leader. If you only were to have room for one Phil release in your collection, ALI should absolutely be the one.
~ CornerStoreJazz
“The history of jazz from traditional to the Avant Garde,
so that one’s breath stands still."
~ Jochen Becker
Metropol-Gesellschaft
"This is jazz at the cutting edge. It’s bold . . . as it resists and deconstructs the mainstream, it draws us in with a sound and fury signifying an attitude - and accomplishment – well worth savoring."
~ Chuck Berg
JazzTimes
released September 15, 2023
A LIFE IMPROVISED
the companion compilation to
CHASING THE MASTERS
www.chasingthemasters.com
"Chasing the Masters does more than tell the life story of an adventurous and endlessly curious jazz drummer; it details the struggles and exhilarations of a life in music, the eccentricities bred by the singular demands of the arts and the road . . . a book that defies expectation."
~ Shaun Brady
Philadelphia, PA
Multiple international artists & bands featuring Phil Haynes, including: Steve Adams, Hammond organ; Anthony Braxton, alto; Adam Caine, guitar; Joe Daley, low brass; Ellery Eskelin, tenor; Mark Feldman, violins; Ken Filiano, bass; Drew Gress, bass; Nicholas Horner, vocals; David Kikoski, piano; Andy Laster, multi-reeds & flute; David Liebman, wooden flutes + tenor & soprano; Micu Narunsky, piano; Jeff Palmer, Hammond Organ; Hank Roberts, cello & vocals; Clarence ‘Herb’ Robertson, multi-brass; Ron Rohovit, bass; Steve Rudolph, piano; Steve Salerno, guitar; Ed Schuller, bass; Paul Smoker, trumpet; Michael Jefry Stevens, piano; John Tchicai, tenor; Jim Yanda, guitar; and the former members of The Bucknell [University] Interdisciplinary Improvisation Ensemble (BIIE).
Jon Rosenberg, remastering engineer
Nicholas Horner, original artwork & tech master
c&p 2023 CornerStoreJazz (CSJ-0130)
Phil Haynes, producer
www.philhaynes.com
