Wynton Marsalis
Wynton Marsalis & Cassandra Wilson
Wynton Marsalis & Miles Griffith
Wynton Marsalis
Wynton Marsalis & Jon Hendricks
Wynton Marsalis & Cassandra Wilson & Miles Griffith
Wynton Marsalis & Cassandra Wilson & Miles Griffith
Wynton Marsalis & Cassandra Wilson & Miles Griffith
Wynton Marsalis & Miles Griffith
Wynton Marsalis & Cassandra Wilson
Wynton Marsalis & Cassandra Wilson
Wynton Marsalis & Jon Hendricks
Wynton Marsalis & Cassandra Wilson & Miles Griffith
Wynton Marsalis & Cassandra Wilson
Wynton Marsalis
Wynton Marsalis & Miles Griffith
Wynton Marsalis
Wynton Marsalis & Cassandra Wilson & Miles Griffith
Wynton Marsalis & Jon Hendricks
Wynton Marsalis & Miles Griffith
Wynton Marsalis & Cassandra Wilson
Wynton Marsalis & Miles Griffith
Wynton Marsalis & Miles Griffith
Wynton Marsalis & Miles Griffith
Wynton Marsalis & Miles Griffith & Cassandra Wilson
Wynton Marsalis & Jon Hendricks
Wynton Marsalis & Miles Griffith
Wynton Marsalis explained this part of the album’s storyline in the liner notes:
It starts on a slave ship during the middle passage. We meet two Africans, Jesse and Leona, who until being forced into the equality of a tragic circumstance, occupied very different stations in life–he is a prince; sh...
[MEN, spoken]
In a slave ship that darkly sways beneath the star of democracy, Jesse and Leona lie.
A captured man and woman. Jesse and Leona.
[LEONA]
Move over
Move over now
Where are we?
Don't you hear me? Over
Anyone come close to me
Touch me. O
I think I hear a drum, I think I hear a drum
Playing proudly, pounding, saying softly, come
I think I hear a drum, I think I—
Pain and evil all around me, O—
Over, move, move closer over
Touch me closer
O brown doom
Hear this cry
Pass on through
Blood wet womb
Rocking tomb, tomb, tomb, tomb, tomb, tomb, tomb, tomb
Where are we? Am I? Are I? Am we?
Am we?
I think I hear a drum, think I hear a drum
Think I hear a drum, think I hear the drums
That must be those drums singing on the wind
Take a me back my home
That's a little one, with the ringing tone
Slowly swaying
Taking me back, far away back my home
No, that's not the sound my drums
Not the sound my drums
Hak, chek
That is not a drum
Pounding in, pounding, pound, pound, pound, pound, pound
Oh no
That same beat
That same damned beat of iron drums
No memory
Take a me back my home
Stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it
Mommy, stop it
What are those things in my hair, and everywhere?
Mother, stop it, stop it
Stop it, stop it, stop it
Mm, where did the other ones go?
I'm down below
Demons are riding the wind
Mommy, mommy, mommy, mmm
Mommy, mommy, mommy, mmm, mmm
Rocking tomb, blood wet womb
Many cry, O brown doom
Beg to die and do
Where are we, am I? Are we? Am we?
Am we?
Move over move
Move closer over
Touch me, closer
O my head is spinning round and round
O my eyes just won't see
Demons come to eat me
Take us back home
Far, far away
Think I hear a
They're playing, proudly, pounding softly, come
Pain and evil all around me, oh
Over come closer
Touch me, someone move over now
Move Over was written by Wynton Marsalis.
Move Over was produced by Steven Epstein.
Wynton Marsalis released Move Over on Tue Jun 17 1997.