des prouts Et j'en ai rien a foutre Ma tete est un tas d'merde et mon ame est un pet Ma bite et mon couteau je suis l'homme zero Je marche dans la rue
that bears a lipstick's traces An airline ticket to romantic places And still my heart has wings These foolish things remind me of you A tinkling piano
Mississippi River Blues 2:39 Trk 4 (Bill Broonzy) Bill Broonzy - vocal & guitar, unk. piano Recorded: Chicago, March 23, 1934 Original issue Bluebird
a couple of things, let me analyze to you. Now, Billy Flynn set a travel on March 5th. March 7th, you would be quit. On March 8th, you know what Mama
tell it when the lights're soft and low Underneath the lamp post by the barrack's gate Standing all alone every night you see her wait She waits for her boy who marched
that bares a lipstick's traces An airline ticket to romantic places And still my heart has wings These foolish things remind me of you. A tinkling piano
bears a lipsticks' traces An airline ticket to romantic places And still my heart has wings These foolish things remind me of you A tinkling piano
that bears a lipstick traces An airline ticket to romantic places And still my heart has wings These foolish things remind me of you A tinkling piano
Frank zappa (guitar, vocals) Ian underwood (alto saxophone, piano) Bunk gardner (tenor saxophone, clarinet) Motorhead sherwood (baritone saxophone, tambourine
Frank Zappa (guitar, vocals) Ian Underwood (alto saxophone, piano) Bunk Gardner (tenor saxophone, clarinet) Motorhead Sherwood (baritone saxophone, tambourine
you did What you did is what you do Can't You See - Oh Can't You See The Devil Plays Piano Marching armies, maschine killers Lying prayers, hell is
father's right end I see Jesus over in the Promised Land Work is over now I'm coming to be I see Jesus standing waiting for me [ piano ] As the stones
from a spider's web The piano keys are black and white But they sound like a million colors in your mind I could tell you to go to war Or I could march
's why I need ruby corks glasses 'Cause when I glance at the chest that I might blast the masses Subliminals transmitted through piano Integrated in flow