[And after three days of drinking with Larry Love, I just get an inkling to go on home. So I'm walking down Coldharbour Lane, head hung low, three or four in the morning, the sun's coming up and the birds are out singing; I let myself into mah pad, wend my way up that spiral staircase and stretch out nice on the chesterfield. Pithecanthropus Erectus already on the Cd player, and I just push that remote button to Sublimity, and I listen to the sweet sculptural rhythms of Charles Mingus, and Jr Monterose and Jackie Mclean duet on those saxophones and the sound makes its way out the window, mingling with the traffic noises outside, y'know, and all of a sudden I'm overcome by a feeling of brief mortality. 'Cos I'm getting on in the world, coming up on forty-one years, forty-one stony grey steps towards the grave, y'know: the box awaits its grisly load, and I'm gonna be food for worms. And just like Charles Mingus wrote that beautiful piece of music, 'Epitaph', for Eric Dolphy, I say 'So long, Eric; so long, John Coltrane and Charles Mingus; so long, Duke Ellington and Lester Young; so long, Billie Holiday and Ella Fitzgerald; so long, Jimmy Reed; so long, Muddy Waters; and so long, Howlin' Wolf.']

Woke up this morning
Got yourself a gun
Your Mama always said you'd be
The Chosen One.

She said, 'You're one in a million
You've got to burn to shine,'
But you were born under a bad sign
With a blue moon in your eyes.

You woke up this morning
All that love had gone.
Your Papa never told you
About right and wrong.

But you're looking good, baby,
I believe that you're feeling fine
Shame about it
Born under a bad sign
With a blue moon in your eyes.

You woke up this morning,
The world turned upside down
Lord above
Thing's ain't been the same
Since the Blues walked into town.

But you're one in a million
'Cos you've got that shotgun shine
Shame about it
Born under a bad sign
With a blue moon in your eyes.

You woke up this morning
Got a blue moon in your eyes
Woke up this morning
Got a blue moon in your eyes
So sorry. Goddamn
Goddamn shame about it

Mr D Wayne Love:

When you woke up this morning, everything was gone.
By half past ten your head was going ding-dong
ringing like a bell from your head down to your toes,
like some voice trying to tell you there was something you should know.
Last night you was flying but today you're so low
Ain't it times like these that make you wonder if you'll ever know
the meaning of things as they appear to the others;
wives, husbands, mothers, fathers, sisters and brothers.
Don't you wish you didn't function, wish you didn't think
beyond the next paycheck and the next little drink?
Well you do, so make up your mind to go on
'cos when you woke up this morning everything you had was gone.

When you woke up this morning
(Woke up this morning)
Woke up this morning
(Woke up this morning)
Woke up this morning
You wanna be the Chosen One.
Yes, you know it. You just can't help yourself.

When you woke up this morning
(Woke up this morning)
Woke up this morning
(Woke up this morning)
Woke up this morning
[And you did it, girl]
You got yourself a gun.