Two hits of that stuff, and Jack, you'd be mellow
The white mayor of Harlem
The misdo gets meanor and meanor (jailhousely speaking)
The great tenor solo in the shoeshine jukebox
You mean there's something like this in the world?
Once known, never forgotten
The shot heard 'round the world
And the hippos were boiled in their tanks
A ghost in daylight on a crowded street
Ain't nobody's business if I do
The sacralization of the mundane
Wild form, man, wild form...
Trust the Germans to concoct some really evil shit
Why are all these young boys being hanged in limestone caves, Bill?
The empirical soul of jazz
Peyote solidities of halls
A readily recognizable stigmata
It's all a part of their poetic-no, their metaphysical-education
The end of the beginning : an epilogue.
