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Jazz: big lubra-lipped women with five testicles
Fire-eating dragons dressed as society whores
Crazy, two-timing bitches running riot on Limpet Grove
Ghetto blasting blasters blasting magnificently
The blossoms falling from the cherry trees
That's what jazz is to me
High buildings with crippled backs circle around my dreams
I clutch at the greasy tails of my dreams
White blossom falling from the cherry trees
That's what jazz is to me
Ten bottles standing in a row military style
With hats pulled low over their brows
A thousand wasted hours
Skeletons entwined and fucking in brain
In the fields of the brave dawn
Blossoms falling from the cherry trees
That's what jazz is to me
And history repeating itself like a finger loop
All the great cars of the world in one massive collision
All the doctors swallowed up by one incompetent decision
All the great theorists and teachers eaten alive
And spewing sex, bitter, dirty blood
Religious ecstasy
And a blossom falling from a cherry tree
That's what jazz is to me
Blind fish being used as musical scales
Sharks, puffer fish and whales
I long to be by the sea
Where a blossom falls from a cherry tree
That's what jazz is for me
Three form, four form, five form, six form
Seven form, eight form, nine form, ten
A blossom falling from a cherry tree
That's what jazz is for me
As Einstein said about his theory
I love it, I love it, I love that
It's in your heart, it's in your soul, it's in your mind
The colour of death, sweet vanilla essence
Richard Harris and Donald Pleasance
And a cherry blossom falling from a apple tree