Let there be love (and occasional hats)

Let there be you,
Let there be me. 
Let there be oysters
Under the sea.

Let there be wind,
An occassional rain.
Chili con carne,
Sparkling champagne --

Let there be birds
To sing in the trees,
Someone to bless me
Whenever I sneeze.

Let there be cuckoos,
A lark and a dove,
But first of all, please --
Let there be love.

I JUST LOVE THIS SONG

It's simple but WONDERFUL. 

Probably hence why I've found these lyrics to be trapped in my head over the last few days. As a kind of remedy I thought I would completely indulge in some JAZZY, BIG BAND, SWINGING sounds. But it's kind of kick-started a whole new sack of potatoes for me, because I've become even more entranced by the entire Jazz scene; particularly the photographs taken by Herman Leonard capturing the smoky era of way back when, in his backlighted, black-and-white, iconic style.

There seems to be something about wearing a hat, having a smoke and JAZZING OUT that someone told Nat, Frank and Dexter. Maybe that's the recipe for smooth, jazzy success.

(Herman Leonard's shot of Dexter Gordon at the Royal Roost in New York, 1948)

I still can't wholly figure out why I find these kind of lyrics so enchanting. The sheer simplicity of them completely oozes charm and promise. Coupled with the grandeur of a big band finish, I guess it starts to feel a bit more real and exciting. I'm entirely taken in anyhoo.

My story is much too sad to be told,
But practically everything
Leaves me totally cold.
The only exception I know is the case,
When I'm out on a quiet spree,
Fighting vainly the old ennui
And I suddenly turn and see,
Your fabulous face.

I get no kick from Champagne
Mere alchohol doesn't thrill me at all
So tell me why should it be true
That I get a kick out of you

Some get a kick from cocaine
I'm sure that if I took even one sniff
That would bore me terrificly too
Yet I get a kick out of you

I get a kick every time I see you standing there before me
I get a kick though it's clear to me you obviously don't adore me

I get no kick in a plane
Flying too high
With some guy in the sky is my idea of nothing to do

Yet I get a kick out of you