Lyrics:
coffee that's perking
Ain't got no winnings to lose
Ain't got a dream that is working
I ain't got nothing but the blues
When trumpets flare up
I
Oh, it's much too late on a Saturday
And Sunday is the day of rest
Oh yes, yes, practice trumpet everyday
Oh yes, yes, practice trumpet everyday
Oh
Melt down all the trumpets
All the trombones and the drums
Who needs education?
Or a thousand spent at sums
Poor is good for business
Cut
believe in the walls of Jericho
I believe they're coming down
I believe in this city's children
I believe the trumpet's sound
And you can go there too
born today
And man will live forevermore
Because of Christmas day
Trumpets sound and angels sing
Listen what they say
That man will live forevermore
Fashion a snake two-headed
Murderous heart and eyes
Trumpets of the last and wicked days
United Fruit Co.
Your conquest of iron
Tied bruised
accomplished"
Thousands of bodies in the ground
Brought home in boxes to a trumpet's sound
No one sees them coming home that way
Thousands buried in
In a marching band or a salsa beat,
In the heart of music, the trumpet's heat.
A fanfare in victory or a mournful cry,
In the hands of the trumpeter,
to her on Sunday
Salute her when her birthday comes
Bow down to her on Sunday
Salute her when her birthday comes
For Halloween, buy her a trumpet
fear and wipe my weepin' eye.
(Chorus)
Wake up by the trumpet sound, I from the grave shall rise to see the judge with the glory crown, a view from
Buddy Bolden tune up
Blowing horn was his game
Born with a silver trumpet in his mouth
He played the horn before he talked
Born on the after beat
Soon you'll hear the trumpets begin to blow
Ah, listen to the trombones playing way down low
Well everybody seems to be playing with a lot of soul
Ah,
When the great trumpet sounds
When the great trumpet sounds
Tell me where will I be where will I be
When God places one foot on the
Land
in hand
"Go blow those trumpets!" Joshua cried
"'Cause the battle is in my hands!"
Then the lamb ram sheep horns began to blow
And trumpets began
Here I go again, I hear those trumpets blow again
All aglow again, taking a chance on love
Here I slide again, about to take that ride again
to her on Sunday
Salute her when her birthday comes
Bow down to her on Sunday
Salute her when her birthday comes
For Halloween, buy her a trumpet
a spin,
You feel you've got the world
In your hand --
Jazz can really make you understand.
A rollercoaster in the sky,
A red-hot trumpet's lullabye,
in the yard
Thunder drowns the trumpets blast
Poets scatter through the night
But they can only dream of flight
Away from their confusion
dare admit it
Theres an elephant in room yeah
We don't speak of whom yeah
Theres an elephant in room
Lurking in the room yeah
Blow your trumpet so
Awake the trumpet's lofty sound!
The joyful sacred festival comes round,
When Dagon king of all the earth is crown'd.
(Fire trucks trapped out of reach, hand puppets storm the beach)
Call to arms, a trumpet's sound (fire trucks trapped out of reach all clowns reinforce
down down and the flames went higher
And it burns burns burns the ring of fire the ring of fire
[ trumpet ]
I fell into a burning ring of fire...
to her on Sunday
Salute her when her birthday comes
Bow down to her on Sunday
Salute her when her birthday comes
For Halloween, buy her a trumpet
and young dreams oh I hear them calling to me
But there's no way to get down home cause down home's just a memory
[Trumpet/Guitar Break]
Wish I could
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