lan lan lan lan lan lan lan lan -Lonnie Liston's Dessert Night
The tensile mind of music saw Dizzy Gillespie swing his body bapa di dum in reject trying to explain somthing in A soundtrack for a Coup D'etat, smiled Taoru taoru taoru nai yeeee haw screamed Ivankov
Like Fela like Zappa music carry the jump of chords imbuing itinto our very soul retraction to every push back it could be hard all notes are springy and the music mind is the mind of a revolutionary hear hear hear hear says the note, note this note this note that says the hare you become.
we all suddenly want to live a life that carry the same originality of Jazz musicians it's says Io know what I am blowing even if you don't understand it. And the back and forth of jazz gets replicated in your mind pistons it doesn't stop quite stoic and doesn't give until the other person screams give and still the bassist would have the final saying
I know you couldn't hear me over the loudness of the horns but I will outlast them all and have the final word do din dum din dim
our musicles swing to the hypnic resonation of the sound it is a whack a mole catch it catch it there feeling becomes a pedalling and on and on and into the Unknown as Wayne Shorter puts it. you must trust it for it brought you here
music make a mind rigid gives it swaddle and make it tensile, in it we take the brash diction and opt for potency of sex innuendos potency and onomatopoeias because it was that painful
we all suddenly want to live a life that carry the same originality of Jazz musicians it's says Io know what I am blowing even if you don't understand it. And the back and forth of jazz gets replicated in your mind pistons it doesn't stop quite stoic and doesn't give until the other person screams give and still the bassist would have the final saying
I know you couldn't hear me over the loudness of the horns but I will outlast them all and have the final word do din dum din dim
our musicles swing to the hypnic resonation of the sound it is a whack a mole catch it catch it there feeling becomes a pedalling and on and on and into the Unknown as Wayne Shorter puts it. you must trust it for it brought you here
music make a mind rigid gives it swaddle and make it tensile, in it we take the brash diction and opt for potency of sex innuendos potency and onomatopoeias because it was that painful
And when push turns out to shove you know who to call, who to run to Mama music is a only true recourse healing the recoil of our mind springs and it's off it drive home our goals in fervour but not always with speed, slow and steady like Monk's Locomotive.
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