I don't know how to sell out. If I tried to sell out I don't think I could.

Will you take me as I am? Strung out on another man...California, I'm comin' home.

Applause, applause, life is our cause.

I get the same charge from juxtaposition of colors as I do from juxtaposition of chords.

But you know it's hard to tell When you're in the spell if it's wrong or if it's real But you're bound to lose If you let the blues get you scared to feel

There's a man who's been out sailing In a decade full of dreams And he takes her to a schooner And he treats her like a queen Bearing beads from California With their amber stones and green He has called her from the harbor He has kissed her with his freedom He has heard her off to starboard In the breaking and the breathing Of the water weeds While she was busy being free

Not to dismiss Gershwin, but Gershwin is the chip; Ellington was the block.