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Its time/to sleep/its time/to leave.
To loose/the binds/to loose/a mind.
Time to/exhale/to drink the green sea/to drift/ upon/ the scarlet breeze.
It's time/It's time/It's time to begin. It's time/it's time/it's time to just leave...
Let's raise up our hands in prayer, walk barefoot upon this carpet of air. Let's string up the man at the top of the stairs. Let's piss on the city thats burning down there...
Jim/ Jim/ Jim oh Jim. Jim / Jim/ its time to begin, Ride your mechanical bitch to heaven. Ride your beautiful bitch to the ultimate sin. Don't cry. Sweet plum, no regrets - we will strangle you up in the loft. These methadrine teeth are piled up in the sink and your mother is screaming to finish him off...
Now heaven will come, we will rise again. heaven will come, we will win. It is 200 miles to the place where we begin. Yes heaven will come, we will win...

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Clark Terry (born December 14, 1920 in St. Louis, Missouri), nicknamed Mumbles, is an American swing and bop trumpeter, a pioneer of the fluegelhorn in jazz, educator, and NEA Jazz Master. Clark Terry attended Vashon High School, and began his professional career in St. Louis in the early 1940s by playing in local clubs before joining a Navy band during World War II. Afterwards, he played with Charlie Barnet (1947), Count Basie (1948-1951), Duke Ellington (1951 to 1959), and Quincy Jones (1960).

Read more about Clark Terry on Last.fm.


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