Jazz America Songtext
von Ian North

Gypsies on hard drugs
Adrenaline from the little plant
Gasoline, the drug of the machine
Continental hallucination

Holy flowers in the air
All these tired faces in the dark
Jazz America

It′s like jazz
Jack playing down in trance
Blazing a trail through this
Heart of darkness


Here, we're almost natives now but still explorers
Partners in a kind of freeform glass
Stoned and gone, ′cause I'm really gone

Holy flowers in the air
All these tired faces in the dark
Jazz America

Southbound into the foreign tongue
Word become world
World become word

Holy flowers in the air
All these tired faces in the dark
Jazz America