the strength of strings No voice can hope to hum I stood unwound beneath the skies And clouds unbound by laws The cryin' rain like a trumpet sang And
with sharks And fly with aeroplanes in the air Send in the trumpets, the marching wheelchairs Open the blankets and give them some air Swords and arches, bones and
history is a-movin' is a-hurtin' black story Thunder from a bass drum soundin' Lightnin' from a trumpet and a organ Bass and rhythm and trumpet double
ve got a doggone beat now We gonna call our very own Nassau rock and Nassau roll Nassau's got a whole lotta soul Huh Feel alright Mini skirts, maxi skirts And
to Terry Gibbs on the vibe Gary Burton and album archives Like Donald Byrd George Duke and Lee Morgan Shirley Scott, Groove Holmes and Jimmy Smith up on the organ
) Buzz Gardner (trumpet, flugel horn) Roy Estrada (bass) Jimmy Carl Black (drums) Arthur Tripp (drums) Don Preston (piano, organ, electronic effects)
summer or illustrate, a time and place you've never been and make you focus on the future after seein' the beginning and my style wilds like Miles on the trumpet
the streets to the parks in the summer Or illustrate a time and place you never been in And make you focus on the future after seein' the beginning And my style wilds like Miles on the trumpet
piece of paper and I'll organize your life And it never fails, it does the trick, it works every time So me and my dear wife and the family's doing fine
) Buzz gardner (trumpet, flugel horn) Roy estrada (bass) Jimmy carl black (drums) Arthur tripp (drums) Don preston (piano, organ, electronic effects)
For twenty minutes Everybody was hissing, and booing And falling of the dance floor And elmer was yelling at them to get Off the stage and turn down
the brain and make sure everything stop And listen to the shells drop As we steady poppin' round after round Off trumpets fade around us Bailin' through the motherfuckin' mud And
simple but now I know Now I know Words and music by Bernie Hayes Produced and engineered by Joe Hardy in Memphis Mixed by Rob Taylor Vocal, backing vocals, acoustic, Rhodes and
sim with sharks and fly with aeroplanes in the air send in the trumpets the marching wheelchairs open the blankets and give them some air swords and arches bones and
all that noise Raymond is the drummer, sloppy as can be Mama plays the organ like the 7th symphony Papa plays the guitar, sometimes play the bass And