to drive So my body stayed inside my room As I slipped into my mind CHORUS I'm going out where no one can find me Beyond this thickened air, where my
before Christ was persecuted (Blank) Mathematically we live at right angles fuck the star spangled The makers of fallen angels, danglin' from moon crescents I persevere, breathe the air
And I try, to warn you not to test but you don't listen Givin' the shout out to my Uncle Donnel locked up in prison Now throw your hands in the air
baby grand affair Love is called my old piano I have a ball with my old piano Love is called my old piano I have a ball with my old piano He entertains
daisies in the air Oh, oh, Valentino Oh, oh, my tears don't show But oh honey they flow Well, I crossed the lakes and mountains, ended up in Hollywood Playing piano
gospel in the air And Reverend Green would be glad to see you When you haven't got a prayer But, boy you got a prayer in Memphis Now Murielle plays piano
sur un piano Ce vieux piano a bon dos Me suivre dans mes reves Ce n'est pas de tout repos La do do la do Two fingers on a piano This old piano is still
Let the rhythm hit 'em I'm the arsenal I got artillery lyrics of ammo Rounds of rhythm Then I'm 'a give 'em piano Bring a bullet proof vest Nothin'
amethyst to deep and deeper blue lamps light with a pale green glow the trees of the avenue the old piano plays an air sedate and slow and gay she bends
From Macao to Acapulco from Havana to Seville We'll see monoliths and bridges and the Christ up on the hill An aria with the Russians at the piano in
: I like romance Fozzie: I love great jokes Animal: Animal dance!! Scooter: I've got my computer Skeeter: I swing through the air Rowlf: I play the piano
desoeuvree Ou quelques vieux noirs survivants se meurent sur un vieil air Musique endiablee, fluide et fluctuante Repetee mille fois, meme jeu, meme sourire Piano
get the fuck from me We like birds in a flock when we drop down In something cocaine white with the top down I can see it in the sky smell it in the air
let you shake hands with the people you see And watch the kids dance 'round the big Christmas tree There's talking and laughing and songs in the air
the sea I have journeyed, I have traveled, now home calls me Let's all gather 'round the grand piano Let's all raise our glasses in the air Give a cheer
(Verse) They're all throwing stones at the back of my home kicking the dirt in the air Well I left to think while they're thinking I'm stoned Well I had
got gospel in the air And Reverend Green, be glad to see you When you haven't got a prayer? But boy you've got a prayer in Memphis Now, Muriel plays piano
Snowflakes fallin' everywhere Christmas carols fill the air Santa Claus is almost here it's a very merry Christmas Children playin' in the lane echoes