From Bebop to Summer Of Soul
By : Essence McClure
In the 40’s from Dizzy in Harlem, blowing that trumpet
Take that drum and thump it.
Up on the stage, ‘ keep it snazzy’
Keep it Jazzy.
Music full of color, adventurous improvisation
But buckle your seatbelts
Soon, we’ll arrive at the Funky Station.
Bebob don’t Stop
Sing about “ my girl” in the late 50’s with the temptations
Or Little Richard’s awop-bob-a-loo-mop-alop-bam-boom
Both tunes will possess you with a groove.
Sing along with Ray, “ Georgia on my mind”
Sing about “ Papa’s Brand New Bag” with J.B in ‘65
Nina Simone, Summer of Soul, it’ll never get old
Black & Fine in ‘69.
We could speed it up or take it slow,
we’ve arrived at the funky station, it’s the 70s.
So zip up those bell bottoms
and pick out Sexy fro.
“ Black don’t crack unless you do it.”
From Bebop to Summer of Soul
We took black music, twisted and bumped it,
Again could never get old.
Our history could never be erased,
and thanks to this history,
we can still get down like James Brown today.