If you blink just for a minute then you'll miss it
'cause the melody is flying,
like an apparition not a composition
falling from our fingertips.
Now it's reaching higher like a flame whose fire burns without its ever dying,
then it spirals down to touch the ground before it rises up to fly again.

If you blink an ear you might not hear the notes are speeding toward a never-ending,
where the circles turn in ever-changing time and colors never stay the same.
In that place where music lives my soul
flies through my fingers that are hot and burning with the
fire and heat and beat of Blu Bop.
From the hills of Ireland to the New York subways
people feel the same emotion
When a melody takes flight into the night and
makes your mind and body dream.
Flying on the wings of song your heart can sail
across imaginary oceans
It's a fantasy ride,
freeing your mind,
Leave pain behind,
Look and you'll find,

Blink an ear, you might not hear the notes are
speeding toward a never-ending
Where the circles turn in ever-changing time
and colors never stay the same.
In that place where music lives my soul flies
through my fingers that are hot
and burning
With the fire and heat
and beat of
BLU BOP.

I wrote this in '91 after the Flecktones recorded this tune on the Cosmic Hippo cd. It fits pretty much syllable for syllable with the notes in the melody of Blu Bop, which I co-composed (and which was nominated for a Grammy). A lot of my own "instrumental" pieces have lyrics, but this is the only Flecktones tune I ever put words to. It pretty much expressed the way I felt when we played it.