Concord Records | 2007

For his first outing on the Concord/Universal label, Elling conjured a noir-ish exploration of life between dusk and dawn. With guests Howard Levy, Romero Lumbambo, Christian McBride and Bob Mintzer, the new disc featured Elling’s own writing alongside that of Duke Ellington, Betty Carter and Antonio Carlos Jobim. Said JazzTimes, “If there is a royal bloodline of male jazz singers, I’d suggest it progresses from Satchmo to Mel Torme, to Jon Hendricks to Mark Murphy to Kurt Elling. While there are plenty of clever jazz lads around with noble ambition, none show any sign of trumping (or even echoing) Elling’s kaleidoscopic amalgam of gifts.”

Track Listing

  • Nightmoves
  • Tight
  • Change Partners/If You Never Come To Me
  • Undun
  • Music by Jimmy McHugh
    Lyric by Kurt Elling, based on Dexter Gordon’s phrasing of the original melody from his 1962 recording, “Go”.

    Where is your heart, my love? I can’t believe you’d forget.
    I haven’t finished with love yet, and I’m wondering where – where can you be?

    I still see your smile in my memories and photographs
    Pictures of hand holding laughter
    I guess there’s more that you’re after – but you’re teaching my songs to cry

    Making love with you was easy – it was a thrill
    And I guess that’s how it goes – hearts break every day
    I just thought you’d go just a bit more gently.
    And I hoped you’d pick up the telephone if I called.

    My angel, where can you be? You have flown out –
    Out of time, out of love, out of my arms – leaving me with a heart full of empty

    So where – baby where – are you?

    And now – starting now and my whole life through must I go on just pretending
    Where is my happy ending? All I wanted to play from long ago was your true love Romeo

    I need you baby, but darling where, baby, where are you?

  • Music by Alan Pasqua
    Lyric by Kurt Elling and Phil Galdston

    Love / let’s catch the wind
    An evening breath / on naked skin
    Out where the sun / meets the Monterey Sea
    A dream / that’s as real as can be

    On the way / the day will fade
    The blue will shade / a touch of jade
    And make a sight / very few ever see
    Tonight / when the sky meets the sea . . .

    We can glide / though ocean sky
    And cover waves / with ocean eyes
    Out where the moon / meets the wondering sea
    A dream / that’s as real as can be . . .

    And the sea will kiss the sky
    And we will fly
    And we will fly

  • The Waking
  • The Sleepers
  • Music improvised by Keith Jarrett
    Lyric by Kurt Elling, based on Keith Jarrett’s untitled improvisation from his 1994 trio recording, “At The Blue Note”

    Sleeping / Waking / Crying / Leaving again / It’s morning / I have to go
    Though every night pretends / begins in quiet hoping that it never ends / they’re always ending again / breaking another dream / a dream where we could breathe in the heavy curtained prairie air of summer night / watching lightning over wheat fields through a bedroom window / And the prairie gently rose up with a feeling and embraced us

    And when morning found us I pulled you to me and promised to stay
    But that was the night / and now day

    In the we small hours of the morning / while the whole wide world is fast asleep
    You lie awake and think about the girl / and never ever think of counting sheep

    And when your lonely heart has learned its lesson / you’d be hers if only she would call
    For in the wee small hours of the morning / that’s the time you miss her most of all

  • Body & Soul
  • Music by Duke Ellington
    Original Lyric by Mitchell Parrish
    Vocalese Lyric by Kurt Elling based on Von Freeman’s improvised melody from Freeman’s 2002 recording, “The Improvisor”.
    The lyric adapts the words of the 13th century poet Jelaluddin Balkhi, or Rumi, as translated by Coleman Barks.

    I like the sunrise / ’cause it brings a new day
    I like a new day / it brings new hope they say

    I like the sunrise / blazing in the new sky
    Nighttime is weary / oh, and so am I

    Every evening I wish upon a star that my brand new bright tomorrow isn’t very far
    When the heavy blue curtain of night is raised up high / clear out of sight

    Then I like the sunrise / so heavenly to see
    I like the sunrise / I hope it likes poor me

    Don’t worry about saving this music / or be scared if the singing ends
    or the piano breaks a string / for we have fallen to a place where everything is
    music and singing / everything is recovered and new / ever new and musical
    and even if the whole world’s harp should burn up / there would still be hidden there
    the spirit of song there to linger on / and even if a candle’s blown out by wind the fire smolders on in an ember and then sparks again / the singing is a drop / just a drop in oceans of seas / grace keeps it moving through bodies like these

    and the sound of a life sends an echoing out / the poem sings willingly in each newborn’s crying shout / but it’s growing slowly / and keeps many secrets / stop the words and listen / feel the echo of it starting / open a space in the center of your beating heart
    and let spirits fly in and out

  • Europe Bonus: Luiza
  • Europe Bonus: Body & Soul (Live in Amsterdam)
  • Japan Bonus: Well, Did You Evah (What A Swell Party This Is)
  • Music by Edward Heyman, Robert Sour, Frank Eyton, Johnny Green
    New Lyric by Kurt Elling, based on Dexter Gordon’s improvised melody from Gordon’s 1976 recording, “Homecoming – Live At The Village Vanguard”.
    This complete lyric as performed live at the Kennedy Center, November 2006.

    My heart was misty-hued and lonely / from missing you
    Without you near-around me / man, was I blue!
    My eyes would show what I could not say / while you were away
    Even so, my tears would flow in endless, hopeless replay
    Love was always only hearsay. Yet,

    I’d drift around town with downcast dreams in my pockets
    Stumbling every step
    Trying to motion my frozen feelings in thick-set flop sweats
    My mind would echo with treacherous, senseless empty
    My head was inept
    Time was a pathway filled with regret.

    Life was just a trial of wanting / things that are true now
    Now it’s something I can say aloud –
    Now that I know we two can make life anew
    & come shining through

    I’ll make us a space / inasmuch as love can do
    A place safe from thunders / made by fearlessness and wonders
    Now that love has come / now that I have found you

    I watch the sun rise on you / and on the hour you wake
    Not knowing waking from dreaming or remembering
    Songs I sing you then / I hope you will hear
    If ever you feel fear or coming to an end.

    Love is the only thing to balance fearing
    Loving the deepest depths appearing.

    Waiting too long for a sign you would come was what
    nearly killed the spirit in the house within me
    and when you appeared you brought an answer after praying
    like a sailor sighting landfall on horizons of green
    or sunrise / after endless nights of burning scenes
    or having sense be restored to me.

    Finally the music has a reason to be singing.

    Hearing voices / calling out of every corner of the city
    Glittering pretty / but it seemed like empty pity here
    Chasing them / feeling a stinging
    searching to find a lasting thing
    but always / following whatever was flashing
    people thought I had the mentality of a shambles
    or a house deserted

    I remember stories of Orpheus and his love ruinous / Euridice
    Spirited away / on their wedding day
    bitten by a snake upon the way / and Euridice had to stay
    in under-day – SAD!

    Just as bad / Orphie had / to stay up and lay up with us here / but without her.
    Some Stun!
    Can you just imagine / living without it /
    love that was destined to perfect / everything that was imperfect
    but Orpheus went & played songs for the man

    jamming a plan
    sounding a span
    taking a stand
    burning in sand
    fanning the legend of the man who playing music
    made the sun to stand
    and sad though the ending was / I can feel it ’cause
    I would do the same for you, ‘Cause

    Knowing what we live is part of history
    A myst’ry philosophic asked a thousand years ago
    Living after living spent in killing or in giving or unwilling
    Under-fulfilling – a cosmic freak show
    And in all that Shiva takes in closing one massive eye
    Darkening sight and sky
    Hundreds of lifetimes we must try / hoping to break the cycle
    And enter heaven’s eye
    But heaven’s here / it comes clear
    When loving is living & understanding giving / power

    Wonder when we’ll get together or if life’s a broken song
    Just because we’re so headstrong
    And we’ll never get along /
    It seems like the throng meanders along
    But just as sad as just as sappy just as angry just as scared as sad
    You’d think we’d be happy just to be straight-standing
    On the earth every new date
    Just to breathe in the air and to love every day away
    We’re given a life to try all our breath to mend the tears over the world where it is clear the world is broken.
    But still the suffering and terrors go on
    & every time I think we may be coming to the brink / the glue on
    something pushes us / and down we fall to shatter in pieces

    And that’s why our teachers teach “The Itsy Bitsy Spider”
    to the smallest ones:
    We need a fight song to keep us moving along
    I should’ve sung it when thinking you gone.
    You weren’t lost / you were coming
    I’ll teach you / I hope to
    Give you love that shows you wonders that only love can show
    And more than you’ll ever know / I do love you so.
    You have got a light living in you / in with and through you
    & That’s what a father’s love should teach you.

    My life a heaven you are making / you have got me in the bag
    You know I’m yours for taking home or for forsaking
    I’ll . . . give my life up to make sure / you’re lacking nothing

    That’s the gist of it.
    You’re the north, south, west and Eden east of it all
    (I’m least of it all)

    How come was I / Pie in the sky / more do or die /
    sighing a cry / never-a-life: / high?

    I hope someday you will see just what I mean
    To take on / such a class / ic and write / something mass /
    -ive without / seeming spastic when I sing the song
    Or seem freaky
    When I mean only to take what could sound so old-creaky
    And make a marvel / as a gift to you
    And, in such a small way /
    Pay tribute to a man whose lavish gift gave birth to such melodies as this one
    (& that was Mister Dexter Gordon)

    and so my baby then perhaps (then) you will realize
    I have found loving


    Thanks for listening.


Kurt Elling: Vocals
Laurence Hobgood: Piano
Rob Amster: Bass (5-8, 11, 13-14)
Willie Jones III: Drums & Percussion
Christian McBride: Bass (1-3, 6 & 10)
Rob Mounsey: Electric Piano, Keyboards (1, 4, 6)
Bob Mintzer: Tenor Saxophone (1, 4)
Guiherme Monteiro: Guitar (3, 6)
Howard Levy: Harmonica (3)
The Escher String Quartet: Strings (5, 8, 12)
Gregoire Maret: Harmonica (6)
Romero Lubambo: Guitar (12)
John Pizzarelli: Guitar, Vocals (14)