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This is a short computer sample of an ode to the immortal CLIFFORD BROWN         in D Minor.

              by Cy Green            

Way back long ago lived a legend we all know,                                                                   and he blew his sweet horn                                                                                               like no one had done before.

Clifford Brown's the name                                                                                                 and the trumpet was his game.                                                                                         Like a star that burned so bright,                                                                                        he just left us one dark night.                                                                                                                                

And oh why did he die now?                                                                                                  I mean he was a true genius,                                                                                             and he had somethig to say!                                                                                                   I know time keeps on movin',                                                                                             but I really hear him groovin' -                                                                                         right to the beat of my heart always.

There was so much more from this                                                                                    young mans' gorgeous horn.                                                                                               But on a dark and lonely road -                                                                                             I said on a dark lonely road,                                                                                               the Lord took Clifford home.                                                          

                    [SOLOS]

Take a step on back                                                                                                           to when Clifford blew his axe,                                                                                              and let your heart take on wings                                                                                      when you hear him do 'Joy Spring!'

                   [HORNS VAMP]

And oh why did he die now,      [JUST MUSIC OPTION] 

I mean he was a true genius                                                                                              and he had something to say.                                                                                                 I know time keeps on movin',                                                                                               but I really hear him groovin' -                                                                                             right to the beat of my heart always.

         [Modulate to F Minor]

I really can hear him now with that                                                                                      flat out gorgeous sound.                                                                                                     He gave Jazz all he had,                                                                                                   and what he left us is so grand.

Clifford Brown could fly, and his trumpet shook the sky. (is gone, but his legend still lives on.)     He was brilliant and so new. He was too good to be true                                                       on that dark misty night, when the                                                                                     world lost one bright light -                                                                                               when the world lost one bright light!

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