foxy on my back And my supplies in a magic pack And I followed the sound of music Not up a hill but down to an old wharf shack Inside I heard the trumpets
a mother fucker deserve I'm tryin' to stay high true to the trilla Tryin' to get richer 'cuz it's all about them illaz My play a dreams are magical,
the music play Just a little slower Just a little slower Let me hear his tender sighs A little longer Make the music play Keep this magic going Keep those trumpets
. (Chorus) Noel! From the distant mountains, hear the trumpet sound. With angelic blessings on the silent town. (Chorus) Noel! Come let us surround Him on this magic
, now if you're hip to me then I guess you heard bass But I got another instrument to flaunt in your face It's not a flute or a trumpet, don't beef 'cause
I close my eyes for a second and pretend It's me you want Meanwhile I try to act so nonchalant I see a summer night with a magic moon Everytime that
garden) Awabuki viburnum Natal plum Black magic ti Mexican bush Gumbo limbo Golden shrimp Belize shrimp Senna Weeping sabicu Golden shower tree Golden trumpet
Sing your magic spell Into my ears Place a blissful sigh Into my tears Cradle my forgiveness Judging that I'm half a man If it were not for your sweetness
Aye yo, who's the most explosive one yet? The a roundest one left Who flows express to them rhythm drum set ain't done yet? Flow like a trumpet to your
room I close my eyes for a second and pretend it's me you want Meanwhile I try to act so nonchalant I see a summer night with a magic moon Every time
... [Bizzy Bone] Literally, possessed, I got veins, poppin out my neck With original thugs and a Lexus checklist, got 'em all breathless Then I suggest you'd ask Magic
) Billy mundi (drums, vocals, yak) Bunk gardner (woodwinds) Roy estrada (electric bass, vocals) Don preston (retired) Jimmy carl black (drums, trumpet
brecker (trumpet) Mike brecker (tenor saxophone, flute) Lou marini (alto saxophone, flute) Ronnie cuber (baritone saxophone, clarinet) Tom malone (trombone, trumpet
, vocals) Ike Willis (guitar, vocals) Mike Keneally (guitar, synthesizer, vocals) Bobby Martin (keyboards, vocals) Ed Mann (percussion) Walt Fowler (trumpet
always an armful Oceans of love, crinkling in your eyes Neck white and eager, my trumpeter swan Gliding through the ferns the fronds We feel your love Oh, trumpeter
before we met? Remembering our first kiss, it hadn't even happened yet Recollecting your set, and I wasn't ever given the chance to forget I guess that's the magic
