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Tempus fugit is a Latin phrase, usually translated into English as "time flies". The expression comes from line 284 of book 3 of Virgil's Georgics, where it appears as fugit inreparabile tempus: "it escapes, irretrievable time". The phrase is used in both its Latin and English forms as a proverb that "time's a-wasting". Tempus fugit, however, is typically employed as an admonition against sloth and procrastination (cf. carpe diem) rather than a motto in favor of licentiousness (cf. "gather ye rosebuds while ye may"); the English form is often merely descriptive: "time flies like the wind", "time flies when you're having fun".
The phrase's full appearance in the Georgics is:
The phrase is a common motto, particularly on sundials and clocks.
Miles Dewey Davis III (May 26, 1926 – September 28, 1991) was an American jazz musician, trumpeter, bandleader, and composer. Widely considered one of the most influential and innovative musicians of the 20th century, Miles Davis was, together with his musical groups, at the forefront of several major developments in jazz music, including bebop, cool jazz, hard bop, modal jazz, post-bop and jazz fusion.
In 2006, Davis was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, which recognized him as "one of the key figures in the history of jazz". In 2008, his 1959 album Kind of Blue received its fourth platinum certification from the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA), for shipments of at least four million copies in the United States. On December 15, 2009, the U.S. House of Representatives passed a symbolic resolution recognizing and commemorating the album Kind of Blue on its 50th anniversary, "honoring the masterpiece and reaffirming jazz as a national treasure".
Yes, yes
Yes, yes
Yes, yes
Yes, yes
Born in the night, she would run like a leopard
That freaks at the sight of a mind close beside herself
And the nearer I came how the country would change
She was using the landscape to hide herself
More in the mind than the body this feeling
A sense at the end of a circular line
That is drawn at an angle I see when I'm with you
To navigate waters and finally answer to yes
If you were there you would want to be near me
Innocence, you could hold all the materials
And though nothing would really be living
It would shock your fall into landing light
In the north sky time flies fast to the morning
The cold of the dawn it meant nothing to us
You were keeping your best situation
An answer to, yes
(Yes, yes)
And the moment I see you
(Yes, yes)
It's so good to be near you
(Yes, yes)
And the feeling you give me
(Yes, yes)
Makes me want to be with you
(Yes, yes)
From the moment you tell me, yes
If you could see all the roads I have travelled
Towards some unusable last equilibrium
Run like an athlete and die like a dead beaten speed-freak
An answer to all of your answers to yes
In the north sky time flies faster than morning
The cold of the dawn it meant nothing to us
You were keeping your best situation
An answer to yes
(Yes, yes)
And the moment I see you
(Yes, yes)
It's so good to be near you
(Yes, yes)
And the feeling you give me
(Yes, yes)
Makes me want to be with you
(Yes, yes)
If we wait for an answer
(Yes, yes)
Will the silence be broken
(Yes, yes)
Should we wait for an answer
(Yes, yes)
Do we leave it unspoken
Yes, yes
Yes, yes
Yes, yes