Glad to get high and see the slow motion world. 很高兴能获得高看慢动作的世界。

Just to reach, and touch, the half notes floating. 刚刚到达，触摸，半音符浮动。

Worlds spinning orbit quicker than 9/8ths Dave Brubeck. 世界轨道旋转速度比9 / 8ths戴夫布鲁贝克。

We come now, frantically searching for Thomas Moore, rainbow villages. 我们来了，疯狂地寻找托马斯·莫尔，彩虹村。

Up on suddenly, Charlie Mingus and our man Abdul Malik, 上突然，查理明格斯和我们的人阿卜杜勒·马利克，

to add bass, to a bottomless pit of insecurity. 加低音，不安全的无底洞。

   

You may be plastic because you never meditate, 您可能是塑料，因为你永远不打坐，

about the bottom of glasses, The third side of your universe. 关于眼镜的底部，您的宇宙的第三边。

   

Add on Alice Coltrane and her cosmic strains. 加上雷恩爱丽丝和她的宇宙株。

Still no vocal on blue black horizons. 仍然没有人声的蓝黑视野。

   

Your plasticity is tested by a formless assault. 你的可塑性是由无形的突击测试。

The sun can answer questions in tune, to all your sacrifices. 太阳可以回答合拍的问题，所有的牺牲。

But why would our new jazz age give us no more mind expanding puzzles? 但是，为什么我们的新爵士乐时代给了我们没有更多的心思拓展的难题？

   

Enter John. 进入约翰。

   

Blow from under, always, and never, so that the morning, the sun, 从下始终，从不，这样早上吹，阳光，

may scream of brain bending saxophones. 可以尖叫的大脑弯曲萨克斯。

   

The third world arrives, with Yusef Lateef, and Pharaoh Saunders. 第三世界的到来，与优素福拉蒂夫和法老桑德斯。

With oboes straining to touch the core of your unknown soul. 与双簧管使劲摸你未知的灵魂核心。

Ravi Shankar comes, with strings attached, prepared to stabilize your seventh sense, 拉维香卡来了，有附加条件，做好稳定你的第七感，

Your black rhythm. 你黑的节奏。

   

Up and down a silly ladder run the notes, without the words. 上下阶梯傻跑的音符，没有的话。

Words are important for the mind, but the notes are for the soul. 文字是心灵重要，但说明是灵魂。

Miles Davis, So what? 迈尔斯·戴维斯，那又怎么样呢？

Cannonball, Fiddler, Mercy. 炮弹，提琴手，慈悲。

Dexter Gordon, One Flight Up. 德克斯特戈登，一个航班最多。

Donald Byrd, playing Cristo, but what about words? 唐纳德·伯德，打基督山，但什么话？

   

Would you like to survive on sadness? Call on Ella and Jose Happiness. 你想在悲伤生存？呼吁艾拉和何塞幸福。

Drift with Smokey, Bill Medley, Bobby Taylor, and Otis Redding. 飘洒着烟熏，比尔混合泳，鲍比·泰勒和奥蒂斯雷丁。

Soul music where frustrations are washed by drums, Nina and Miriam. 灵魂乐，其中的挫折是由鼓，尼娜和仪清洗。

   

Congo, Mongo, Beat me, senseless, bongo, Tonto. 刚果蒙哥，打我，毫无意义，邦戈，托恩托。

Flash through dream worlds of STP and LSD. 闪光灯通过STP协议和LSD的梦想世界。

Speed kills and sometimes musics call, is frustrated. 速杀，有时的音乐叫，是沮丧。

And the black man is confused. 而黑人的困惑。

   

Our speed is our life pace, much too fast, not good. 我们的速度是我们的生命节奏，太快，也不好。

I beg you to escape, and live, and hear all of the real. 我求求你逃跑，和生活，并听到所有的真实。

Until a call comes for you to cry elsewhere. 直到有电话打进来了，你到别的地方哭。

We must all cry, but tell me. 我们所有人都必须哭，但告诉我。

   

Must our tears be white? 必须我们的眼泪是白色的？