minor chords There's a magic we're waiting for We're waiting for Oh, it's like playing the piano I don't care if there's a few wrong notes You don't
a sound Thirty notes in the mailbox will tell you that I'm coming home and I think I'm gonna stick around for a while so you're not alone for a while
the fly shit, I brought the hood appeal Notes from the piano is falling out the sky Like angels losing their wings so they see how it feel to cry Babies have babies for
modal tune, which means -- for the benefit of any layman who may have wandered in this evening -- that I play a wrong note ever And then. [piano] This
Up in the air Up there, up there in the air In the air Twelve floors up In the Camlin hotel Man at the piano Plays songs for the clientele Notes mingle
, your fingers on the keys Looking for the song, looking for that hook Embrace me, you irreplaceable you Who were you then? Did you have a woman? Were you hard up for
paper say- okay- real jumpy Count: Ah, very good Cookie: It all about food Count: I will count the notes-- 88 wonderful piano notes. Sing it Cookie
... I don't want the piano in here Ernie. ...well Sure, Bert, what's a sing-along without a piano? [starts to play piano] It's ME, that's what it is...
day Put the cereal bowls out for breakfast Set the coffeemaker for 6 a.m. Sewed a loose button on brother's shirt for him Checked sister's math homework, sent a note
hood with a passion And I ain't talkin' that action Jackson When I come you better run for ammo Or get played like a fuckin' piano And yo, we got my
Stop joking around for one minute I'd rather cry right now And play those sad notes on the piano Let the rest of the band go home 'Cause I'll lead you
of this song to "In Love With The Greenery". Written under the guise of God speaking to one person in particular, it was most noted for its interesting
goin on? Ay what ch'all gonna do for this last record? Nah tell me what cha'all gonna do? Okay, you want me to do the intro? Aight! Parental discretion is advised for
a sound thirty notes in the mailbox will tell you that I'm coming home and I think I'd better sick around for a while so you're not alone for a while
been waitin for?? I put the whole world in a dope fiend and still leaning, a many years away from the game they still fiendin My hustle and flow, sound like C-notes
the block thinkin' a gwop is gettin' richer (get them ones) He flipped some urban blue, played with them keys For them c-notes, so he can handle the whole piano
lonely child Though we are not related You taught me how to write these notes upon a page You were a soldier for your country in two of our wars You played piano