She said, "Catch me if you can You better plan, gentlemen" So the story goes Robin Hood stole the magic seeds from a Sherwood Dignitary Set 'em afloat
Think I'll drink myself into a coma And I'll take every way out I can find But morphine, codeine, whiskey, they won't alter The way I feel the way now
Red Aston Martin Vanquish V12 sick Red cranberry juice in my vodka [Chorus] Game so violent, give me a backwood, roll a violet Blow the smoke out and
And so once again My dear Johnny my dear friend And so once again you are fighting us all And when I ask you why You raise your sticks and cry, and I
Four strings across the bridge Ready to carry me over Over the quavers, drunk in the bars Out of the realm of the orchestra Out of the realm of the orchestra
Sometimes in the middle of the lonely night No one there to be his friend He'd grab the fiddle and he'd hold it tight The angels there would gather 'round
I remember the Night That sight's still inside On old men's streets Ghosts of never beens Voices of the Violin Cried for many Nights Flames of the mind
Well before you know it he is born, He's looking up through painted bars And he hears a hairy stranger say "He'll learn to play the violin." His mother
I'll play second fiddle to your new love while it lasts Just like all the others I played for in the past Why can't I be a leader and play a leading part
It seems you think that thirty-five is just a little too old But I'm not ready yet to be put out in the cold I've got plenty of good love left woman if
If you're gonna play in Texas You gotta have a fiddle in the band That lead guitar is hot But not for a Louisiana man So rosen up that both faded love
Every time I hear a fiddle and it's cookin' just a little Well, it makes me want to jump up and run And if he's sawing with some soul boogie woogie rock
When I woke up it was raining Well, I got soaked When I woke up this morning I was cold and wet and broken I ain't got no destination I'm just gonna
Every time I hear a fiddle and it's cookin' just a little Well it makes me want to jump up and run And if he's sawing with some soul boogie woogie rock
If this old fiddle could talk, if this old fiddle could sing Man if this old fiddle could only talk it could tell You some wondrous things, talk to me
i been playin root-five for most of the night and most of the times, well, i don't really mind but once in awhile i get the chance to shine and look
[The Enchanted Violin] Par espaces immobiles,lointain. Ames lumineuses sont transportees Avec rythme cadence A la derniere demeure, par espaces immobiles
