, Hell, Hell Halloween in Heaven, oh well, oh well Halloween in Heaven Christmas in Hell Halloween in Heaven, oh well, oh well Bonham on drums, Entwistle on bass
All God's creatures got a place in the choir Some sing low and some sing higher Some sing out loud on the telephone wire Some just clap their hands or
burst out on all sides I wondered what the hell was going on inside Then the music that I heard It was bizarre, it was absurd Like no banjo fiddle bass
Can't concentrate on the preacher preaching My attention span done turned off I'm honed in on that angel singing Up there in the choir loft She's got
"The Beautiful Blue Danube" was first written as a song for a carnival's choir (for bass and tenor), with rather satirical lyrics (Austria having just
was a lead in the orphan choir And I sang with all my might Until I grew up too high Then, oh, all the notes I used to play On the double bass and the
don't put our hands over our mouth And whatever comes up comes out We don't put our hands over our mouth Whatever comes up comes out Please mister bass
: Richie Snare Bass: Klaus Voorman Piano: Nicky Hopkins Guitars: Paul Keough, Les Thatcher Percussion: Ray Cooper, Richard Perry Orchestra and Choir conducted
feet to her thighs And the man who pulled the trigger didn't even lose his necktie I check Jimmy cuttin' hair at the barbershop He plays the bass guitar
, jim farber, jim haas, john joyce The rundfunk orchestra & choir The military orchestra of the soviet army (principal: wiktor afanesjew) The rundfunk orchestra & choir
born Into this world one winter morning, With a childish innocence you smiled at me And I was born again. Boy solo Non nobis solum Sed toti mundo Boys' choir
If she hurried she might not be late For that evening?s performance at the state penetentiary She entered the common room and their was her choir Altos and baritones, basses
small disc Trespasser listener on your own risk Outside of our chords and choirs of the sublime Reality is nothing but a heartbeat in time Outside of the bass
All God's critters got a place in the choir Some sing low, some sing higher Some sing out loud on the telephone wires And some just clap their hands,
my head in the radiogram Waiting for some sign of a ghost or a little green man Glued to the glowing of a sun behind the plastic hood And the bass heavy
listenin to this Jesus music Rid-ridin wit my top down down top top down ridin wit my top down Listenin to this Jesus Music Trip Lee: If you hear that the bass
dem With di drumbeat again Come fi africanize dem With die drumbeat again Let di communicators deal with di matter Crank up di bass so di tune can get fatter Got a choir
