Jazz Rock
Jazz-Rock is a form of rock music strongly influenced by Jazz in terms of its structure and/or instrumentation. Its origins can be traced back to the late 1960s, where artists such as Soft Machine and Frank Zappa created extended, improvisational jams which favoured (but were not limited to) traditional rock instruments. Jazz-Rock can also refer to less experimental forms of rock incorporating the sound and style of jazz within a pop-song structure (Chicago, Steely Dan).
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Do It Again
Steely Dan Lyrics
In the mornin' you go gunnin' for the man who stole your water
And you fire 'til he is done in but they catch you at the border
And the mourners are all singin' as they drag you by your feet
But the hangman isn't hangin' and they put you on the street
You go back, Jack, do it again, wheel turnin' 'round and 'round
You go back, Jack, do it again
When you know she's no high climber then you find your only friend
In a room with your two-timer, and you're sure you're near the end
Then you love a little wild one and she brings you only sorrow
All the time you know she's smilin' you'll be on your knees tomorrow, yeah
You go back, Jack, do it again, wheel turnin' 'round and 'round
You go back, Jack, do it again
Now you swear and kick and beg us that you're not a gamblin' man
Then you find you're back in Vegas with a handle in your hand
Your black cards can make you money so you hide them when you're able
In the land of milk and honey, you must put them on the table
You go back, Jack, do it again, wheels turnin' 'round and 'round
You go back, Jack, do it again
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network
Written by: Donald Jay Fagen, Walter Carl Becker, Donald Fagen
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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GodConsciousness
This makes me all groovy during work! Oh baby!
In the mornin' you go gunnin' for the man who stole your water
And you fire till he is done in but they catch you at the border
And the mourners are all singin' as they drag you by your feet
But the hangman isn't hangin' and they put you on the street
You go back, Jack, do it again, wheels turinin' 'round and 'round
You go back, Jack, do it again
When you know she's no high climber then you find your only friend
In a room with your two timer, and you're sure you're near the end
Then you love a little wild one, and she brings you only sorrow
All the time you know she's smilin'; you'll be on your knees tomorrow
You go back, Jack, do it again, wheels turinin' 'round and 'round
You go back, Jack, do it again
Now you swear and kick and beg us that you're not a gamblin' man;
Then you find you're back in Vegas with a handle in your hand
Your black cards can make you money so you hide them when you're able
In the land of milk and honey you must put them on the table
You go back, Jack, do it again, wheels turinin' 'round and 'round
You go back, Jack, do it again
Lloyd Yellowbird
who's listening in 2020? I sure am. Love Steely Dan! Brings back so much memories. This band was so ahead of its time
In the mornin' you go gunnin' for the man who stole your water
And you fire till he is done in but they catch you at the border
And the mourners are all singin' as they drag you by your feet
But the hangman isn't hangin' and they put you on the street
You go back, Jack, do it again, wheels turinin' 'round and 'round
You go back, Jack, do it again
When you know she's no high climber then you find your only friend
In a room with your two timer, and you're sure you're near the end
Then you love a little wild one, and she brings you only sorrow
All the time you know she's smilin'; you'll be on your knees tomorrow
You go back, Jack, do it again, wheels turinin' 'round and 'round
You go back, Jack, do it again
Now you swear and kick and beg us that you're not a gamblin' man;
Then you find you're back in Vegas with a handle in your hand
Your black cards can make you money so you hide them when you're able
In the land of milk and honey you must put them on the table
You go back, Jack, do it again, wheels turinin' 'round and 'round
You go back, Jack, do it again
Jontoots Taboots
In the mornin' you go gunnin' for the man who stole your water
And you fire till he is done in but they catch you at the border
And the mourners are all singin' as they drag you by your feet
But the hangman isn't hangin' and they put you on the street
You go back, Jack, do it again, wheels turinin' 'round and 'round
You go back, Jack, do it again
When you know she's no high climber then you find your only friend
In a room with your two timer, and you're sure you're near the end
Then you love a little wild one, and she brings you only sorrow
All the time you know she's smilin'; you'll be on your knees tomorrow
You go back, Jack, do it again, wheels turinin' 'round and 'round
You go back, Jack, do it again
Now you swear and kick and beg us that you're not a gamblin' man;
Then you find you're back in Vegas with a handle in your hand
Your black cards can make you money so you hide them when you're able
In the land of milk and honey you must put them on the table
You go back, Jack, do it again, wheels turinin' 'round and 'round
You go back, Jack, do it again
Tom Carr
Born in 55 . I burned a lot of weed listening to this . Here I am , grizzled and grey , still burning a lot of weed and listening to this .
Steve Wilkinson
Born in 60. I'm sitting Here listening to it still.
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@Tom Carr I lived in the Los Angeles area and was a tender aged 12 yr old but regardless I had great taste in music even then. Now im 60 and smokin reefer daily in Indiana WTF happened? Lmao oh yeh, my parents took a wrong exit in life 😥
Tom Carr
@Over Comer that's nice country .I'm from central Me
Over Comer
Are you from central PA?
Michael Marsh
You are Correct sir
Mason Forrest
Bro, everyone out here talking about how they are 60 something years old and im just chilling at 16
Mike Nemec
Stay solid Supercheif😁
Bill Sampey
Your parents raised you well
Doug Barker Music
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