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Trumpet And Wind Band

And my wings have grown almost enough to lift me I'm a dinosaur with Jones Beach in my hourglass Passing the time with serial killer coloringbooks and

wind And drooling for a taste of something smuggled in Pretty women funneled through valves and smoke Coy and bitchy, wild and fine And charging elephants and

X. We are blessed tonight to be able to witness intercourse between a young man and his first love. Chris Woodill and his asp tongue on the trumpet.

(Driscoll) She was wild, as a raging river She was free as an earth blown wind Rock and roll queen, rock and roll queen Wow, wow, rock, rock, rock, rock

a band [patter:] A saxophone, a slide trombone A bass fiddle and a drum A guy at the piano who makes it hum A violin, a clarinet A hot trumpet and guitar And

air-conditioned wind And drooling for a taste of something smuggled in Pretty women funneled through valves and smoke Coy and bitchy, wild and fine And

My trumpets are down The wind callously composed The guitar is gone and the rest of the band transposed. But i stick to single notes And things i understand

My trumpets are down The wind callously composed The guitar is gone and the rest of the band transposed. But i stick to single notes And things i understand

air-conditioned wind And drooling for a taste of something smuggled in Pretty women funneled through valves and smoke Coy and bitchy, wild and fine And