you clings These foolish things remind me of you The smile of Turner and the scent of roses The waiters whistling as the last bar closes The song that
something of how a piano must feel when it looks at the fireplace to see sheet music being used for kindling, Smoke signalling the end of some song
clings These foolish things remind me of you The smile of Garbo And the scent of roses The waiters' whistlin' as the last bar closes The songs that
went down. That night the piano beckoned for the first time in ten years. My fingers found these patterns which express what words could not. This song
[ Talking: Blade ] Man, These Fake Ass Niggaz Always Out Here Perpin? Man, We Gotta Make A Song Strictly For These.....Fake Ass Niggaz Detroit Remix,
." now i know something of how a piano must feel when it looks at the fireplace to see sheet music being used for kindling. smoke signaling the end of some song
I A writer of love songs way up in the sky The maker of roses of love sweet and true And the Waltz Of The Angels he wrote just for you [ fiddle - piano
warning As a warning As a warning As a warning I'd given my nurse the weekend off My meals were ill prepared My typewriter had turned mute as a tomb And my piano
Now, the caravan is on it's way I can hear the merry gypsy play Mama-mama-mama-mama Mama-mama-mama, look at Emma Rose Emma Rose, Emmy Rose She's a-playin
'ai joue mes premieres notes Tu ecoutais les yeux mi-clos Simples et malhabiles, un peu fausses, un peu sottes Je n'entendais que tes bravos En saluant devant le piano
: Now, the caravan is on it's way I can hear the merry gypsy play Mama-mama-mama-mama Mama-mama-mama, look at Emma Rose Emma Rose, Emmy Rose She's a-
a warning As a warning As a warning As a warning I'd given my nurse the weekend off My meals were ill prepared My typewriter had turned mute as a tomb And my piano