From the recording E z i o enjoys C o m p a n y
The painter in the story is Ezio's friend (or is Ezio himself ?), he likes to paint music, dancers and sound, but as the music flows his painting are always empty frames.
Lyrics
[Intro — spoken, with a wink]
Tonight, I’ll tell you
a thing or two
about my sound…
But darling—
let it sneak up on you.
[Verse 1]
A little irreverent,
a little too bold,
a passionate rhythm
that won’t do as it’s told.
Between an obsession
and one more romance,
it slips through the doorway
and asks you to dance.
[Chorus]
Dance, baby, dance!
Let the whole room swing!
Give the winds a little whisper,
give the strings a little sting!
From a sigh to a shout,
let it all come out—
Oh, that’s Ezio’s sound!
Dance, baby, dance!
[Verse 2]
Winds and strings
go floating through the air;
my paintings turn to find me—
and catch me standing there.
I look, I dream,
I rearrange the view,
make a world from almost nothing,
paint the silence something blue.
[Bridge — tender, almost spoken]
And then I smile…
But when I look at you,
the colors run,
the light falls through.
I weep.
Remember.
Reach for something still—
an empty frame
no melody can fill.
[A beat. Then, softly.]
Until…
[Build]
A little from here,
a little from there,
a brushstroke of longing,
a brass fanfare!
Take your pick—
what have you found?
A heart in the hush?
A heel on the ground?
Did you find it?
Listen close…
There it goes!
[Final Chorus — full company]
Dance, baby, dance!
Let the whole room swing!
Let the heartbreak have a solo,
let the joy come in and sing!
It is here, it is there,
it is dancing everywhere—
Oh, that’s Ezio’s sound!
A little obsession,
a little romance—
a tear in the spotlight,
then one more dance!
[Outro — slow, bluesy]
Ah, the blues…
Yes, the blues…
Even my empty heart
has rhythm in its shoes.
Ohhh, yeah…
That’s Ezio’s sound.
[One last brass hit]
Dance, baby—
dance!