me around
your house shaped like a ship
your wife will be cooking a turkey
And then we'll sit at the table
and I'll tell her
she's an excellent cook
and she'll say
how you talk about me all the time
You know
I'm going to give you my camel coat
You'll cut a fine figure
when you get down there
How many people I have seen
saying goodbye on the docks
without giving a damn
But when I said goodbye to Nineteen
Hundred, it was a real blow
We laughed and kept saying
"See you soon"
But inside we both knew
we'd never see each other again
Goodbye, Nineteen Hundred!
Take care
Good luck
Have a good time
Take care
Nineteen Hundred, take care
Write us a letter sometimes
Give my regards to Broadway
What'd he do, step in shit?
Maybe he just forgot something
Maybe he's forgotten
why he's getting off
What do you want?
He was strange
for a long time after that
He wouldn't talk to anyone
He preferred keeping to himself
for days and days
He seemed taken
by very personal matters
Then one day
while I was sitting at the bar
Thanks for the coat, Max
Fit like a glove
It was a real shame
I'm much better now
I'm done with all that
Just like old times
I left the Virginian
on August 21st, 1933
with my leave papers and back pay
everything in order
I knew that sooner or later I'd
have been through with the ocean
So that's what I did
I heard no more about
Nineteen Hundred or the Virginian
Not that I ever forgot them
On the contrary
During the war
I'd always ask myself
Who knows what Nineteen Hundred
would do if he were here?
Who knows what he'd say?
Fuck war, he'd say
But said by me
it wasn't the same thing
A lot of time's gone by, you know
who's to say he really didn't leave
Maybe he actually went to the
fish shop and asked for that woman
Maybe
Conn
What's the matter?
You lose your sea legs?
Where the hell
did you find that record?
What have you been up to
all these years
Making music
Even during the war?
Even when no one
was dancing anymore
Even when the bombs were falling
And I kept playing
till the ship got here
Call this a ship?
It's more like a mountain of
dynamite about to explode
A bit dangerous, don't you think?
And you, Max?
Where's your trumpet?
I gave it up as well, as while back
But, you know, now I'm
in the mood for starting again
I'm busting with new ideas
Let's start a duo. You and me
Or our own band
The Danny Boodman
T.D. Lemon
Nineteen Hundred Big Band
It's gets the blood going
We'd be a smash
Come on, Nineteen Hundred
Come with me. Let's get off
We'll watch the fireworks
from the pier
and then we'll start from scratch
Sometimes that's the way
you have to do it
You go right back to the beginning
You're never really done for...
as long as you've got a good story
and someone to tell it to
Remember?
You told me that
Well, what a stack of stories
you got now
The world would be
hanging on your every word
crazy for your music
Believe me
All that city
You just couldn't see an end to it
The end...
please?
You please just show me
where it ends?
It was all very fine on
that gangway. And I was grand too
in my overcoat
I cut quite a figure
And I was getting off
Guaranteed
That's wasn't the problem
It wasn't
what I saw that stopped me, Max
It was what I didn't see
Understand?
What I didnt' see
In all that srawling city
there was everything except an end
There was no end
What I did not see was where
the whole thing came to an end
The end of the world
You take a piano
Keys begin
The keys end
You know there are 88 of them
Nobody can tell you any different
They are not infinite
You are infinite
And on those keys, the music
that you can make is infinite
I like that
That I can live by
You get me up on that gangway
and you roll out in front of me
a keyboard of millions
and billions of keys that never end
and that's the truth
Max, that they never end
That keyboard is infinite
And if that keyboard is