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Jimmy Smith
Jimmy Smith
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Wes Montgomery
Wes Montgomery
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Оливер Нельсон
Оливер Нельсон
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Bob Ashton
Bob Ashton
Тенор-саксофон
Clark Terry
Clark Terry
Труба
Danny Bank
Danny Bank
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Ernie Royal
Ernie Royal
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Grady Tate
Grady Tate
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Jerome Richardson
Jerome Richardson
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Jerry Dodgion
Jerry Dodgion
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Jimmy Cleveland
Jimmy Cleveland
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Jimmy Maxwell
Jimmy Maxwell
Труба
Joe Newman
Joe Newman
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Melba Liston
Melba Liston
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Phil Woods
Phil Woods
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Quentin Jackson
Quentin Jackson
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Ray Barretto
Ray Barretto
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Richard Davis
Richard Davis
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Richard Hixon
Richard Hixon
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МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Gary McFarland
Gary McFarland
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Оливер Нельсон
Оливер Нельсон
Аранжировщик
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Creed Taylor
Creed Taylor
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Ghostly laughter climbs down your spine Don't worry, I'm sure you will be fine Why, you asked, Because you are the scariest of your kind Take my hand, so you won't forget your way Hurry. Or else we will be late Where to, you asked. A party to celebrate this special day. Don't make us wait. Tula pilatu kah luttata Frightened face hidden under your mask Tula putapittana tufeepah Take it easy or we'll tie you up Tula littata luppashah Falila tufeepah tilatu lakah Your shaking voice itches my ears Sing me a song Look, the reflection in my eyes Don't you see the monster live inside? Forgive me please, you begged Is this another trick of yours? You leave me no choice. Don't you escape. Tula pilatu kah luttata Don't forget the faces that you've betrayed Tula putapittana tufeepah Have you ever stopped being jealous? Tula littata luppashah Happiness built on other's misfortunes It's getting late, don't you think? We should move on to the main dish. Don't ruin any food on your plate Tula pilatu kah luttata That serious look on your face is such a waste Tula putapittana tufeepah Let me carve a smiley on your face Tula littata luppashah Chocolate, biscuits, raspberry tarts Open up big, I will feed you until your teeth rot. Can't you see your ugly self? Even poor mirror's about to break. Gobble down a piece of cake for every lie that you say I wonder, how much would you weight? These layers of decaying skin are giving me a stomach ache Congratulations. There's no need to dress up. anymore
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