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
got an organ, Like birds in the hood, dem a chuck, chuck, chuck, We got a sax, a trumpet and a trombone Lightning ! shaking the trees ! We got voices, we got ideas, And
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
) 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
rotten kind'a cute For a Zombie Prostitute. (violin, cello, and trumpet/cornet solos) Now I'm fallin' apart from my head down to my toes, I don't know Which of my organs
lot of soul And London Town is too dog on cold, too cold, hey Nassau's got sunshine and this you all know But we all go funky We got some soul Trumpet
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
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
) Buzz Gardner (trumpet, flugel horn) Roy Estrada (bass) Jimmy Carl Black (drums) Arthur Tripp (drums) Don Preston (piano, organ, electronic effects)
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