Art Blakey and The Jazz Messengers | Moanin’
Found these when I logged on to my Facebook :}:}:}
You ever count the stars? I can’t ever get the same number, they keep changin’ on me.
I don’t even know what a star is, exactly.
Well, your body knows, it’s your mind that forgot.
It’s art really,
I call it:
Emily exiting the bathroom.
After a mythic cattle drive or a bone-wearying spring roundup, the cowboy, looking for release and diversion, commonly finds his way to the nearest saloon where he becomes deeply and famously drunk.