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the matter with you? Gonna keep an eye on you, I'll be your dictator. So you better buck up or I'll deal with you later. So beat the drum and let the trumpet blow. You gotta let go. In the heat of
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get a witness. . Oh come oh ye faithful. Oh joyful and triumphant. Gather around, . While I blow my own trumpet. . Oh Pope he got the Nazis. To clean up their messes. He exchanged the gold and
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. Know you're not alone. You're almost home. When you let your heart be the compass. You won't get lost, not if you trust it. When you hear the sound of the trumpet. Louder than ever before. Oh, when
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. You're one of us!. . Trumpet-mouth junky-saints go. Silver tongue marching down the. Stairway to substance. Cocaingels and asses. Give me opiate masses. Fill up your church porn preachers. And
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Frank zappa (acoustic guitar). Tony duran (slide guitar). Jeff simmons (hawaiian guitar, vocals). "sneaky pete" kleinow (pedal steel). Sal marquez (trumpet, vocals). Janet ferguson (vocals
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the clock says stop we're all gonna drop. I don't care what you've been taught I say baby, you say bump it. All you wanna hear is Gabriel's trumpet. Clock says stop we're all gonna drop. All gonna
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Song Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy - Gene Krupa. He was a famous trumpet man from out Chicago way. He had a boogie style that no one else could play. He was the top man at his craft, but then his number
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Frank zappa (guitar). Tony duran (slide guitar). George duke (tack piano). Sal marquez (trumpet, vocals). Chris peterson (vocals). Joel peskin (tenor saxophone). Mike altschul (baritone
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of oil. We watch for the midnight hour. The day we cease our toil When the trumpet sounds. And the bridegroom comes. The weddings gonna be so royal. So we gotta keep stayin' loyal. 'Cause our
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Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals). Ike willis (rhythm guitar, vocals). Ray white (rhythm guitar, vocals). Bob harris (boy soprano, trumpet). Steve vai (guitar). Tommy mars (keyboards). Arthur
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. Make you laugh and make you smile for awhile. Dance my legs down a cartoon colored lane. Float my fingers down the tracks of a train. The song comes blowin' out of nowhere. Like a trumpet fills the
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the clock says stop we're all gonna drop. I don't care what you've been taught I say baby, you say bump it. All you wanna hear is Gabriel's trumpet. Clock says stop we're all gonna drop. All gonna
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wringing. And we were bringing bullets for the new-born king. . The trumpet sound lamenting, tramping down the blooms of the deceased. The double agent girl and the fallen priest were heading for the
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Frank zappa (guitar, piano, lead vocals). Billy mundi (drums, vocals, yak). Bunk gardner (woodwinds). Roy estrada (electric bass, vocals). Don preston (retired). Jimmy carl black (drums, trumpet
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Frank zappa (guitar, piano, lead vocals). Billy mundi (drums, vocals, yak). Bunk gardner (woodwinds). Roy estrada (electric bass, vocals). Don preston (retired). Jimmy carl black (drums, trumpet
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they find no mistake. 5. She is spreading her wings for a journey. She's going to leave by and by. When the trumpet shall sound in the morning. She'll rise and go up in the sky. 6. In the presence
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lie-in . I am not blowin’ that Gabriel’s Trumpet . I got my own band to play today
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Farewell Angelina. The bells of the crown. Are being stolen by bandits. I must follow the sound. The triangle tingles. And the trumpet play slow. Farewell Angelina. The sky is on fire. And I
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you) can't find nothing sacred, (but). . Ye shall be changed, ye shall be changed. In a twinkling of an eye, when the last trumpet blows. The dead will arise and burst out of your cloths. And ye
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pass that beautful gate. . Soon we will see our dear, loving Master, . Hear the last trumpet sound through the sky; . Then we will meet those gone on before us, . Then we shall know and understand
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). Bruce fowler (trombone). Walt fowler (trumpet). Napoleon murphy brock (tenor saxophone, flute, lead vocals). Ralph humphrey (drums). Chester thompson (drums). Debbie (background vocals). Lynn
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Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals). Ike willis (rhythm guitar, vocals). Ray white (rhythm guitar, vocals). Bob harris (boy soprano, trumpet). Steve vai (guitar). Tommy mars (keyboards). Arthur
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Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals). Ike Willis (guitar, vocals). Mike Keneally (guitar, synthesizer, vocals). Bobby Martin (keyboards, vocals). Ed Mann (percussion). Walt Fowler (trumpet). Bruce
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Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals). Ike willis (rhythm guitar, vocals). Ray white (rhythm guitar, vocals). Bob harris (boy soprano, trumpet). Steve vai (guitar). Tommy mars (keyboards). Arthur
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Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals). Ike willis (guitar, vocals). Mike keneally (guitar, synthesizer, vocals). Bobby martin (keyboards, vocals). Ed mann (percussion). Walt fowler (trumpet). Bruce
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moms. And temporary I was barred voluntary the bond. Nevertheless, it's issues I need to address. Pertaining the certain statements that made me confess. Faced with life, it bites when reality hit
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walley (slide guitar, vocals). Tommy mars (keyboards, vocals). Peter wolf (keyboards). Bob harris (keyboards, trumpet, vocals). Ed mann (percussion). Arthur barrow (bass, vocals). Vinnie colaiuta
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Away. (steal home). Steal Away home. I haven't got long to stay here. . My lord, my lord, he calls me. (calls me). He calls me by the thunder. (thunder). The trumpet sounds way down in my
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continue you know they're getting sweeter. So what can I do? I really beg you, my Lord. To me flirting is just like a sport. Anything fly, it's all good let me dump it. Please set in the trumpet. A little
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continue you know they're getting sweeter. So what can I do? I really beg you, my Lord. To me flirting is just like a sport. Anything fly, it's all good let me dump it. Please set in the trumpet. A little
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continue you know they're getting sweeter. So what can I do? I really beg you, my Lord. To me flirting is just like a sport. Anything fly, it's all good let me dump it. Please set in the trumpet. A little
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, right on that towel. It's my dick and I want it now, ow. Tell me how you want it. Put me on my back or my stomach. Baby, let me blow it like a trumpet. I can do it all, I can prolly suck a watermelon
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platform soles. They don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band. It ain't what they call rock and roll And the Sultans. Yeah, the Sultans played Creole, Creole Then the man, he steps right up to the
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best brown baggies and their platform soles. The don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band. It ain't what they call rock and roll. And the Sultans, . Yes the Sultans play Creole. . And then
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store. And what is more the thing that sings us. Is the thing that makes us roar. I felt that beast 'kisso my neck. We clapped our hands. And heard them spread. There was a trumpet and a call. A
