Lazy Afternoon (The World of Cecil Taylor) - Cecil Taylor

It’s a lazy afternoon

All the beetle bugs are zooming

And the tulip treas are blooming

and there’s not another human in view

but us two

It’s a lazy afternoon

and the farmer does his reaping

in the meadow cows are creeping

and the speckled trout are leaping up street

as they do.

A fat pink cloud

hangs over the hill un folding like a rose

you can take my hand and sit real still

you can hear the grass as it grows.

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