Jazz night dream
Jazz night blue light
Some Joe's hazy bliss
Our first crazy kiss
As cool sounds drift out to the street.
Our eyes make love whenever they meet.
Your hand that rests in mine
That sax, both chill my spine.
Jazz night two wilting flowers
Smooch in the wee small hours
That great Miles Davies number
Rescues us from slumber.
Two cool cats on the town
Badder than Leeroy Briwn.
No reason for one more drink
No reason for us to think.
Jazz night starlight gives way to a misty dawn
Is this where the blues were born?
Where purest hearts were torn
And the warmth of Ella's voice
Then our lips touch like a feather
Now our hearts just have no choice
Guess we're in for stormy weather.
Jazz night, blue light
Will stay inside our head
We'll lay in love in bed with secret words all said.
Wrapped in rapture, then calm- our satiated bliss
The coolest night of charm
Could only end like this.
poem by Kevin East
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The Blues, The Jazz, The City
The city is jazz under neon lights
The jazz is blues stoned
And the city never forgets this
Like the heart never forgets to pulse
And the stars never forget to shine in the night
But it takes jazz to move it, to move it all
So the jazz is the beat that always burns
So the heavens continue to shine on and shine all
The jazz soothes the souls of the children
Though the city is old, the jazz is young
Thus the jazz, fast and heavy, radiates the city
She returns her to her ember glow in night
The city is high on the hill and low in the valley
She is the heart, the blessed nectar, the blossom shower
The jazz glows in prosperous tombs
She serves the crashing wave of the monsoon, to the city's bay, to the ancient harbor, across bold rivers, to lakes nestled in the safety of moors and battlefields, and sings to the forest and soaks the timber and every reborn city is cloaked in the fingertip of jazz
Since jazz destroys and creates, it is the fire, and so the smoke rises higher
Hark the newborn guff of jazz
The baptized funeral pyre
Hench jazz is the gospel, the good news
She returns though, always to the blues
Love the blue lady, her old cracked voice
The blues, the jazz, and the lady unite
To the bravery of her song she sang to the evil eyes of the Kodak dragon whose hair in the hiding bear under masks of hatred
The jealous lair, the haunt of despair
And jazz shines on, they can't stop her
The lady of the city sings to the farm
No choir can match the timbre of the lady
My first love,
She shines on for me when I am sad, through me in melancholy
And we join in joy, the lady sees all, feels all, and sings on
Rambunctious be the lady, the city, the blues
Who beat for hearts at night
From the slide trombone, the tut-tut-tut of the mighty snare
The brass milieu for brighter days and neon lights
The whimper
The whimper of the stand-up bass, who carries the beat, the jazz, the blues, the night
In your arms I am safe and sound, the sounds who hold me tight
And above all, upon the highest peak, the great black giants, the black hands and breath of jazz, food for the soul and fodder, who inspire all in the world
But the two giants upon the highest mountain compete for the night and walk away friends as we do
They too are the shine, the noble sheen, and while the lady sings, they dance, the boozers hound and prance, the lovers kneel and romance and the giants push the pebbles from beneath their mountain feet
Who knows how many souls the jazz saved, but I know she saved mine
The giants, trumpet and sax, and even the sweet other of New Orleans, a trumpet and voice, a demigod, and every other band and face and time
So the jazz soothed them too to be saved, as they played, we all played, and jazz shines for the night
And Jack drew the map in sketches, he saw the jazz, but the jazz sees all, and saves all who smile upon her because she loves all, but can only save those who hear her call because she is human
She is so human
She is the city of light of darkest night
But most of all I think on the lady
The lady is the city, sitting pretty, in a jam
The jam
The beat
The jazz
The lady
The city
The blues
Pushed forward by strongest beat, what a feat, and the children eat their meat
And meet those they should, the jazz rumbles on, singing the song, nothing wrong
And the lady smiles always because she is the beat of my heart, my soul
She blooms my flower
She waves my sound
She smiles
Smiles
The lady
With her cracked somber voice of the blues, the city, and jazz
She the great bell, cracked, she chimes for liberty, she chimes for freedom of the endless soul she saves
And the giants steamroll her, the angel ember young
And she flies in heaven where she belongs, singing for the city, the blues, the jazz
And love
poem by Jay Bradley
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House Of Jazz
Humdinger
Bell ringer
Got a nasty stinger
To slow you down
Mud slinger
Gold digger
Who point the finger
And do you down
Kickin' and a fightin' on a TV show
Lightin' blindin' in the middle of the road
Are you comin' in
Are you comin' in
I said come into the house of
Come into the house of
Come into the house of jazz
Come into the house of
Come into the house of
Come into the house of jazz
Ball stripper
Big tipper
Got a slap 'n' tickler
To make you growl
Spitin' and bitin' on a TV show
Tightenin' frightenin' givin' out a load
Are you comin' in
Are you comin' in
I said come into the house of
Come into the house of
Come into the house of jazz
Come into the house of
Come into the house of
Come into the house of jazz
Are you comin' in
Come on in
Are you comin' in
Are you comin' in
I said come into the house of
Come into the house of
Come into the house of jazz
Come into the house of
Come into the house of
Come into the house of jazz
Are you comin' in
Are you comin' in
I said into the house of jazz
Come into the house of
Come into the house of
Come into the house of jazz
The house of jazz
song performed by by AC/DC from Stiff Upper Lip
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Victor Should Have Been A Jazz Musician
I went to a concert, to see nina, simone,
The concert was over, there was still a band playing, the rap up,
The booguh played with his hands, I close my eyes, and look at him,
Victor should have been a jazz musician,
I said to myself, victor should have been a jazz musician,
I looked at his face, and I saw victor, looked at his smile, and I saw victor,
I looked at his hair, and thought,
Victor should have been a jazz musician,
Victor should have been a jazz musician,
And the people dancing on the floor, dancing on the floor, were so high,
You should have seen victor smile, you should have seen victor smile,
As they danced all the while all around on the floor, and he laughed,
Victor should have been a jazz musician,
Oh, victor should have been a jazz musician,
He was playing so nice, the jazz musician,
Ah, ah,
Hes living in a fast beat, in a city thats hot,
Telling all the latinos and puerto ricans, victor seems happy, but he doesnt even know himself, hes gotta look inside to know his first love,
Victor was a jazz musician, he was playing so nice, victor was a jazz musician, (? ) victor was a jazz musician,
Victor loves his music, he loves his music, somewhere, he plays his music, somewhere,
Victor is a jazz musician,
Jazz.
song performed by by Grace Jones
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House Of Jazz
(young - young)
Humdinger
Bell ringer
Got a nasty stinger
To slow you down
Mud slinger
Gold digger
Who point the finger
And do you down
Kickin and a fightin on a tv show
Lightin blindin in the middle of the road
Are you comin in
Are you comin in
I said come into the house of
Come into the house of
Come into the house of jazz
Come into the house of
Come into the house of
Come into the house of jazz, yes
Ball stripper
Big tipper
Got a slap n tickler
To make you growl
A spitin and bitin on a tv show
Tightenin frightenin givin out a load
Are you comin in
Are you comin in
I said come into the house of
Come into the house of
Come into the house of jazz
Come into the house of
Come into the house of
Come into the house of jazz
Are you comin in
Come on in
Are you comin in
Are you comin in
I said come into the house of
Come into the house of
Come into the house of jazz
Come into the house of
Come into the house of
Come into the house of jazz
Are you comin in
Are you comin in
I said into the house of jazz
Come into the house of
Come into the house of
Come into the house of jazz
The house of jazz
2000, j. albert & son, pty.
song performed by by AC-DC
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The Nightfly
Im lester the nightfly
Hello baton rouge
Wont you turn your radio down
Respect the seven second delay we use
So you say theres a race
Of men in the trees
Youre for tough legislation
Thanks for calling
I wait all night for calls like these
An independent station
Wjaz
With jazz and conversation
From the foot of mt. belzoni
Sweet music
Tonight the night is mine
Late line til the sun comes through the skylight
Ive got plenty of java
And chesterfield kings
But I feel like crying
I wish I had a heart like ice
Heart like ice
If you want your honey
To look super swell
You must spring for that little blue jar
Pattons kiss and tell
Kiss and tell
An independent station
Wjaz
With jazz and conversation
From the foot of mt. belzoni
Sweet music
Tonight the night is mine
Late line til the sun comes through the skylight
Youd never believe it
But once there was a time
When love was in my life
I sometimes wonder
What happened to that flame
The answers still the same
It was you, it was you
Tonight youre still on my mind
An independent station
Wjaz
With jazz and conversation
From the foot of mt. belzoni
Sweet music
Tonight the night is mine
Late line til the sun comes through the skylight
song performed by by Steely Dan
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Jumpin With Symphony Sid
Jumpin with my boss sid in the city
Jumpin with my boss sid in the city
Mr. president of that dj committee
Were gonna be up all night gettin ready
We want you to spin the sounds from the city
Far down in the land thats real real pretty
Let everything go real crazy over jazz
Make everything go real crazy over jazz
Let everything cool for me and my baby
I dont wanna think were listening too lazy
Its gotta be pressburg cheering all the basie
Its gotta get it all set right clear on the eighty
Let it roll
Let it roll
song performed by by Joe Jackson
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Enter Jazz
In the past few weeks
(1995, I think)
A whole field of music
Has knocked on my door.
Jazz has made my acquaintance.
Jazz who has always before
Seemed so stale, so staid,
So stuck in a groove
Sometime back in the thirties,
Jazz now emerges
As the most delightful companion.
I first noticed
My new friend
On the Voice of America,
A sudden lightness of spirit
Lighting up my room
Through the transistor radio.
Then Nancy, Carolyn's mum in Ferny Creek,
Turned out to be a jazz fan
With a collection of cassettes,
And I abandoned myself
To jazz's invitation
To dance,
Easy, free-flowing steps
Up and down
The lounge-room carpet.
Last night
The friendship firmed further:
In the E.G. Guide
Was listed a jazz trio
Which they claimed could be heard
At the Albert Park Hotel
Not far away.
The trio swelled to seven or eight musicians
As the evening unfolded
And I drank in the rhythms
Of what a chat with their apparent leader, Bill,
Revealed was traditional jazz
In the Chicago style,
So sweet, so gentle, so softly swinging.
Jazz took my arm
And smiled.
I have a new friend.
poem by Peter Elliott
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Fats
Check out fats, hes a real cool cat
Hes got a black and white tux with lots of class
He says, I love that jazz. I love that razz-ma-tazz. i love to swing.
I just go crazy when you give me room to do my thing. thats fats
Well, check out fats, hes a real cool cat
Hes got bright white spats and sharp dark trilby hat
Hes got a chick thats slick and I like her looks
And I like the way her lipstick, it matches the carnation on his tux
I love his jazz, I love his style, it makes me feel so nice
Oh fats, wont you play for ma a while? thats fats
Oh well, sigmund freud, he gets very annoyed
He was checking out fats and waller just dont like that cat
He said, I dont like his looks, I dont like his fashion.
I love his jazz, I love his style, it makes me feel so nice
Oh fats, wont you play for me a while? not that fats
Hes such a real cool cat, thats fats. nobody plays that jazz, not like fats
song performed by by Thin Lizzy
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Fats
Check out fats, hes a real cool cat
Hes got a black and white tux with lots of class
He says, I love that jazz. I love that razz-ma-tazz. i love to swing.
I just go crazy when you give me room to do my thing. thats fats
Well, check out fats, hes a real cool cat
Hes got bright white spats and sharp dark trilby hat
Hes got a chick thats slick and I like her looks
And I like the way her lipstick, it matches the carnation on his tux
I love his jazz, I love his style, it makes me feel so nice
Oh fats, wont you play for ma a while? thats fats
Oh well, sigmund freud, he gets very annoyed
He was checking out fats and waller just dont like that cat
He said, I dont like his looks, I dont like his fashion.
I love his jazz, I love his style, it makes me feel so nice
Oh fats, wont you play for me a while? not that fats
Hes such a real cool cat, thats fats. nobody plays that jazz, not like fats
song performed by by Thin Lizzy
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Ellamental
Way back, take a look, she would cook
When they were stompin at the savoy
She would blow, and they would dance, dont you know ?
It was an uptown kind a show
Cool notes and melodies, harmonies
She sang the song of the universe
She can make a joyful noise up to heaven
And call the angels down to the earth
From jazz, to swing, to be-bop
She kept the spirit alive
For bo, duke, dizzy, and miles
She spoke her mind
Shes ellamental to the art
She spoke her mind
Shes ellamental to the art
Too hot, until the dawn she sang on
When joints were jumpin and jive was in
Bodies movin back and forth to the rhythm
Ever since ella first did her thing
From jazz, to swing to be-bop
She brought emotions and moves
She kept the spirit alive.
She spoke her mind
Act like ya know, oh!
Was it the smooth tones that was so much like butter
Oh ella was singin just like no other singer
Cause you know I be the funky bringer of the new style
Because I be the wild child.
Listenin to hip-hop, listening to be-bop and jazz
Ella made you move that ass
Sensation for the people, insperation for the sisters and brothers
Smooth jazz for the midnight lovers
Savoy was the spot for shakin on your rump and
Ella made it hoppin
Got the joint jumpin, remembering you til the dawn
Because ella your memory goes on
She spoke her mind (yeah...and it just dont stop)
Shes ellamental to the art (the memory goes on and on...cause it just dont stop)
She spoke her mind (...yeah..jazz to the bebop)
Shes ellamental to the art
She spoke her mind..(yeah...much love...)
She spoke her mind...
song performed by by Vanessa Williams
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Jazz Musician
Well its saturday night in new jersey
And youre feeling kinda wet
Now the summer heat is getting you worried
So you try to look as innocent as you can as you sweat
And youve got a woman on the other side of the law
But it aint cool to go see her yet
Because her ex-old mans a city cop
Who thinks hes auditioning for dragnet
So you stand on the corner looking kinda torn
And in the blue light lounge
Where death was born
The jazz musician blows his horn
You pop a letter to your baby in richmond
cause youre feeling pretty down
Shes kinda small but at least shes a rich one
Oh, and she needs you real bad
And sometimes thats all that counts
You had a teenage band and flying hands
And oh, you was pretty big, you were pretty big in the
South
But you passed out on stage and flew into a rage
And someone tried to revive you
Mouth to mouth
You felt a pain in your chest
As you passed the crown
And in the blue light lounge
The lights went down
And the audience slipped silently out of town
Well now the atheist he burns you for laughing out loud
Because he cant understand what youre saying
And the words out when they pushed him in the hole
Everybody knows that he went out praying
Oh, now the park is dark but the sidewalks bright
And alive with the light of the living
Oh and mama can I walk you home tonight
cause its a big bad city
And this boys got a lot for the givingIm stranded in the jungle
First stage witness at a company killing
Im clutching my high school diploma, shuffling my feet
Promised sixty bucks a week
And guaranteed top billing
Well you can live a life of love in new york
Only if you dont, if you dont love living
And I met this taxi driver who drives me around town
Telling tales of his back seat women
And out on the corner theres no room to move
cause everybodys trying so hard to groove
And in the blue light lounge
The jazz musician plays his blues
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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I was considered as a jazz man rather than as a blues player. There were no blues players-you played one sort of jazz of another sort of jazz.
quote by Alexis Korner
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JAZZ and RAINBOWS
What is Jazz - What is a Rainbow?
You can ask the questions - don't expect answers
Jazz is free and yet constrained
Rainbows come and go as they please
Jazz is wild and yet restrained
Rainbow can't exist without rain
Jazz is open and yet contained
Rainbows always have red at the top
Jazz is unscored and yet maintained
Rainbows can be single - double - triple
Just as Jango Rheinhardt said to Segovia
Senor it ees all in ze 'ed
The same is true of rainbows
Zey are all inside my 'ed!
It takes all the colours of pure white sound
To create jazz.
It takes all the colours of pure white light
To create a rainbow.
Jazz and rainbows operate on the same principle
In jazz the tone colours are separated by the players
In a rainbow the visible colours are separated by a raindrop
Jazz and rainbows are boh equally beautiful.
After the rain there are stll some drops in the atmosphere
They refract the white light into R O Y G B I V,
In the same way the 'Jazz Combo' is able to dissect.
The white sound of music is disected by the musicains
On a sunny day - the white light hits the raindrop
The colours are dispersed forming the rainbow.
In jazz - each member if the Combo has a colour!
The double bass has red - the saxaphone is orange!
The percussion is yellow - the brass is green
The clarinet is blue - trhe banjo is indigo
The guitar is violet and the piano is striped!
The combo plays and whiite sound is re-produced.
Because we are humans our senses of life are acute.
Our eyes for colour and our ears for sound.
The quality of this provision enables us to distinguish colour
And to distinguish between all the tones and semi-tones.
So next time you see a rainbow - think jazz
And the rainbow will dance for you
Next time you hear some jazzy jazz - think rainbow
And the tone colours of the jazz will spring out at you.
(John Knight - Colchester - October 2009)
poem by John Knight
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Tonight is a mystical night
Tonight is a mystical night
We hail; bit by bit it weaves a tale
Tonight is a mystical night
We hail; bit by bit it weaves a tale
This beautiful sight takes my breath away
Stars of heaven are on earth today
There is no sense of time no guiding light
It’s just us and the crazy night
A crazy night a crazy night
There is no offence today and no-one to lead the way
On whom should this blame we lay
a crazy night a crazy night
All the hot girls put your hands up and say lets party
All cool boys come and make some noise and say lets party
The night is mythical its bliss enticing
It’s casting a spell all around which ensnares and bounds
The night is mythical its bliss enticing
It’s casting a spell all around which ensnares and bounds
Silky tresses of yours have let down breaths are fragrant
These are the gestures
There is no sense of time no guiding light
It’s just us and the crazy night
a crazy night a crazy night
There is no offence today and no-one to lead the way
On whom should this blame we lay
A crazy night a crazy night
All the hot girls put your hands up and say lets party
All cool boys come and make some noise and say lets party
All the hot girls put your hands up and say lets party
All cool boys come and make some noise and say lets party
There is peace and calm around
Yet this heart is fervor bound
There is peace and calm around
Yet this heart is fervor bound
Eyes will knit such furtive dreams to her and him
It’ll all tell and scream
There is no sense of time no guiding light
It’s just us and the crazy night
A crazy night a crazy night
There is no offence today and no-one to lead the way
On whom should this blame we lay
A crazy night a crazy night
All the hot girls put your hands up and say lets party
All cool boys come and make some noise and say lets party
All the hot girls put your hands up and say lets party
All cool boys come and make some noise and say lets party
All the hot girls put your hands up and say lets party
All cool boys come and make some noise and say
All the hot girls put your hands up and say lets party
All cool boys come and make some noise and say lets party
poem by Maryam Kazmi
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City of Jazz (in defiance of Katrina AKA the Beast)
In the land of Blues
There once came a beast
A wild, uncaring, disparaging scourge
She tore through the soul of city of gold
She drove every household to the cold
Then came the tears
All night and all day
Flooding the streets and swelling the blue bay
Then came the snakes
Both men and green
They lashed at the people with tainted white teeth.
But the land was strong
Full of ole passion and pride
And the city of golden jazz would not give up without a fight
The struggle was hard
And the people were weary
Together the music lifted thier sad souls
The more they sang the stronger they played
And the people drove the beast, the tears, and the snakes away
After they were gone
The jeweled people all see
The city of Jazz in the land of Blues was meant to be
And the music will play in the heart of New Orleans
The city of Jazz in the land of Blues will be
poem by T.L. Taylor
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Fat Dame in Maine.
You know the fat dame in Maine
Whose husband used to carry a
Gun for the Mob until they banged
Him up for shooting some guy in
The head? Well she rang Eddie the
Other night and said why don’t you
Come over and spend a little time
With me? And Eddie said sorry Honey
But I’m washing my hair then I’m sitting
Down with a JD and going to listen to
Some jazz and maybe get in a take away
And so the fat dame said ok then I’ll
Come over to you and dry your hair
And share the JD and bring a pizza and
Snuggle up close and listen to some jazz
And maybe later we can hit the sack and
Make some hot sex and dig deep into each
Other so Eddie said hang on there Babe
I’ve just now remembered my mother’s
Coming to see my new pad and I’m taking
Her for a bite to eat and maybe take in a
Movie ok the fat dame said then I‘ll stay
Home and drink my booze and watch the
Late night TV and eat some chocs and sit
Sad so well the next day they found her in
Her bathtub throat cut lying in water dead.
poem by Terry Collett
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Most of what I listen to now is mainstream jazz from 1935 right up to and including early bebop and cool jazz.
quote by Dave Van Ronk
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I have made a film about jazz that tries to look through jazz to see what it tells us about who we are as a people. I think that jazz is a spectacularly accurate model of democracy and a kind of look into our redemptive future possibilities.
Night Flanger
I wake up in the evening
The sun is still around
The street seems to be busy
I hear the traffic sounds
Last nights been lousy
I had a lot to drink
Too many dry martinis
And cans of beer to sink
Another day, already night
Blue neon light
Blue neon light
I could call my rhianna
Ask her to meet me now
I think I lost her number
Its too late anyhow
I could turn on the tv
Or I could stay in bed
These asians drive me crazy
These asians drive me mad
Another day, already night
Blue neon light
Blue neon light
Night is near
Im still in bed
Red curtain
Soft wind
Sunlight
And I was red
On the papers
On the floor
We did watch possessed
People, push and pull it
Moss turf, and other lads
My heads still full of poison
What I do is insane
I should, perhaps, move out of here
Or take a plane to spain
Refrigerators noise
Ill get out, the only choice
Should I get up right now
Wait for me somehow
Dont wanna know what for
To get out of this door
Should I phone debbie meier?
Is this the one desire?
I look into the mirror
My eyes cant be in error
The suns now really gone
Perhaps I am the one
Nothing can creep in sight
Im turning on the lights
Turning on the lights
Im turning on the lights (5x)
The suns now really gone
Perhaps I am the one
song performed by by Yello
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Night Flanger
I wake up in the evening
The sun is still around
The street seems to be busy
I hear the traffic sounds
Last nights been lousy
I had a lot to drink
Too many dry martinis
And cans of beer to sink
Another day, already night
Blue neon light
Blue neon light
I could call my rhianna
Ask her to meet me now
I think I lost her number
Its too late anyhow
I could turn on the tv
Or I could stay in bed
These asians drive me crazy
These asians drive me mad
Another day, already night
Blue neon light
Blue neon light
Night is near
Im still in bed
Red curtain
Soft wind
Sunlight
And I was red
On the papers
On the floor
We did watch possessed
People, push and pull it
Moss turf, and other lads
My heads still full of poison
What I do is insane
I should, perhaps, move out of here
Or take a plane to spain
Refrigerators noise
Ill get out, the only choice
Should I get up right now
Wait for me somehow
Dont wanna know what for
To get out of this door
Should I phone debbie meier?
Is this the one desire?
I look into the mirror
My eyes cant be in error
The suns now really gone
Perhaps I am the one
Nothing can creep in sight
Im turning on the lights
Turning on the lights
Im turning on the lights (5x)
The suns now really gone
Perhaps I am the one
song performed by by Yello
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