Soul Songtext
von Jackie McLean

Soul, soul, soul
Your soul, my soul, his soul, fa soul, la soul, we soul

Tell me about soul. Do you know? Do you have it? Do I have it?
Can you touch mine? I′ll touch yours
Soul is an elastic man who lives in an invisible shell and drifts to heaven or to hell
When you get shot or trip or slip on a banana peel left livin' in the street

Yeah, man. Soul is a trumpet, a trombone, a saxophone playin′, baby
Eyes closed and cryin' notes, spottin' his soul
His elastic inside self and groovin′ and cryin′ there's gonna be, gonna be an explosion!

Women cryin′, heels tappin', no nappin′, no drinkin', no talkin′, no smokin'
Just beatin' hard hearts made softer a moment

Soul, soul, soul
Your soul, my soul, his soul, fa soul, la soul
We soul is way down deep in the bucket
Soul is way up high flyin′ around. Soul is sittin′ on the subway
Now you see me and I see you, but nobody's lookin′
Soul is screamin', screechin′, pins and abulation. That's soul


Ring them bells, oh, ring. Lordy, lordy, that′s soul
You can't touch it or see it, but you touch it and see it, it moves you when you feel it
And you feel it if it moves you
It's the holy ghost, it′s the seven seas, it′s chicken pie and a bloody nose
Soul is the rhythmic beat of two flat feet thumpin' and bumpin′ out. Soul, soul, soul, soul

Soul, soul, soul, soul
Soul will beat you in a minute if you're half a loop around in it
Listen, a beautiful South Sea island
The whistle of the waves, grass skirts, the whistle of a line of ducks, smiling faces
You′re here, Mr. and Mrs. Westerville Deadly Hammington
You're here

You′re stayin' at the Hilton
You're registered, you′re fed
You take a dip at the hotel pool
You think that′s life, that ain't living
A dance, a drink, from a ceramic coconut
A piece of mint thrown on the side, a flower in Miss Dudley′s hair
That's soul, you′re told

But in the distance, drums beatin', natives retreatin′, night grows dark, a fire starts a-blowin'
Something magic gets to go and hips movin' and groovin′
This ain′t art, it's real movin′

Okay, nevermind


Do you hear me, Mr. Dudley? Are you swingin'?
Are you swayin′ with Miss Dudley in that corseted moo-moo?
Could you dig it if you knew it?
Baby, you just spent your money and you blew it
Best you take that liner back with Donna, singing for di nonna

Mm-mm, no soul
Uh-uh, baby, absolutely no
Mm-mm, mm-mm, I tell you, no
No soul

Soul is the titular head of your emotional household
Something a man believed to be the source of his spiritual being
Yeah, man
Soul is the holy rollers and all the unholy rollers
Moving their own kind of way

Soul is the switch and the swash of a fat behind with something good on her mind
Please, understand this
You can't go around spillin′ out packed definitions on soul
Because soul is goin' down in the gutter down
And comin' up strong, a rose with a gutter smell

And you love that smell, won′t lose that smell
Because it′s where you've been and you might go back
Heard a man say, I laugh all the breath out of my body
Now that′s soul

Soul is burnin' for learning and learning to burn
And singing for singing no more
It′s an honest living, legal or illegal
When you're honest with yourself about life
Soul is a heart cut out of watermelon rind
Screamin′, I want to vote!

While the vein of its country chokes off its breath
See how deep soul can go
Anyhow, for those who don't understand soul
There is this word, you never will