Hey, Buddy Bolden

Howard Levy

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My vocal debut - an impressionistic homage to a jazz legend who met a tragic demise.

I started writing the music back in 1995, and recorded it as an instrumental piece, the title track of Trio Globo’s album “Carnival of Souls” (available for download in "Music/Store"). I kept revising the lyrics for years, and finally, I recorded it. Hope you like

My vocal debut - an impressionistic homage to a jazz legend who met a tragic demise.

I started writing the music back in 1995, and recorded it as an instrumental piece, the title track of Trio Globo’s album “Carnival of Souls” (available for download in "Music/Store"). I kept revising the lyrics for years, and finally, I recorded it. Hope you like my singing and enjoy the lyrics video as well.

Music & Lyrics, Piano & Vocal: Howard Levy

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Hey, Buddy Bolden 

Hey, Buddy Bolden 

I heard you play 

In my dreams of yesterday 

Taking your trumpet to the street 

Leading the band with your swinging beat 

But now you wander like a ghost 

Far from those places that you loved the most 

You’re the king of the trumpet without your crown 

Gone and forgotten in your own home town 

And that’s why, I’m singing the Blues for you 

Nobody here will ever know 

The sounds that came from your horn 

The way you made the dance hall swing 

And made the ladies shake their thing 

Oh, Mr. Bolden, we’ll never know just how… 

So let the tuba player play it now 

And now the piano player will tickle the ivories in your memory 

And the clarinet player play a filigree 

Like those wrought iron railings down on Bourbon Street 

No jazz band played your funeral 

They laid you in a pauper’s grave 

Nobody knows where your body lays 

And it’s a mystery till this very day 

Hey, Buddy Bolden 

I thought I heard you play 

In my dreams of yesterday 

You were the king of the trumpet 

But you lost your crown 

Gone and forgotten in your own home town