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247,445 views Oct 11, 2012 #BassSolo #Bop #Jazz

Major "Mule" Holley Jr. (July 10, 1924 – October 25, 1990) was an American jazz upright bassist.

00:00 - Major's Medley

12:26 - Caravan

Major Holley - bass

Sonny Fortune - alto sax

Lou Blackburn - trombone

Richard Wayndes - piano

Akira Tana - drums

  1. Internationale Jazzwoche Burghausen 1990, Germany
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cross-posted from: https://slrpnk.net/post/1387043

This is a poem for the planet and its people
Who want to see the planet thrive in peace
And not cease

This is a poem for the planet and its people
Who want to see the planet thrive in peace
And not cease

This is a poem for the planet and its people
Who want to see the planet thrive in peace
And not cease

There is a place, an unassuming place
Where pure love grows
It grows in spite of, and despite, despair
In and out of the dark, darkness it grows
To bring light, to bring life
There, in that place, in that unassuming, sacred place
Where pure love grows

There, in that place, that unassuming place, sacred place
Where pure love grows
And all of the deities and magic seem to conspire together
To create the most perfect, imperfect place
Magical, miracle, love growing through steel and concrete
And broken dreams and bad choices
And lift their voices in song
To become the strongest most purest form of love
Real love

Laboured-on type love
Been-through-some-shit type love
Almost-died type love
All-I-wanna-do-is-live type love

This is a poem for the planet and its people
Who want to see the planet thrive in peace
And not cease

This is a poem for the planet and its people
Who want to see the planet thrive in peace
And not cease

Deadline, no time
Gotta save the planet before we flatline
Too late to rewind
Mindsets need to be reset, redesigned
Unwind from this mortal coil
Plant your heart and feet in the soil
'Cause these old ways ain't loyal
Plant some new shit and then fix it
The planet, that is, 'cause-

Deadline, no time
Gotta save the planet before we flatline
Deadline, no time
Gotta save the planet before we flatline

What we leave here matters
It seeps into Earth's core
Becomes its energy, its force, its fire
Like lava or love
We choose whether to burn
Or whether to build, whether to kill
Or whether to create, whether to make new
Whether to make better
Whether to make together
What we leave here matters

This is a poem for the planet and its people
Who want to see the planet thrive in peace
And not cease

Deadline, no time
Gotta save the planet before we flatline
Right now is the time
Can't believe you can't see it
Now do it, be it, dream it, shine

This is a poem for the planet and its people
Who want to see the planet thrive in peace
And not cease

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Dodens Triumf version

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Acnalbasac Noom version

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Cover of Slapp Happy song

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