Mary cries out: "for the love of God" As she's walking out of the laundromat Down the street and it's the short way home Feeling special cause she's so
Almost made you love me Almost made you cry Almost made you happy, baby Didn't I didn't I You almost had me thinkin' You were turned around But
Almost made you love me Almost made you cry Almost made you happy, baby Didn't I didn't I You almost had me thinkin' You were turned around But everybody
Scende neve come fredda primavera E va sui tuoi petali Cosi'leggeri come ali di farfalla Ora voleranno per me Tu bianca rosa selvaggia sei qua Volevi
Der Graf ist nicht das, was er mal war. Ja, der Graf wirkt heut' seltsam und bizarr. Ja, der Graf lebt von Blutkonserven, Ratten und Getier. Ja, der Graf
Carroll County's pointed out as kind of square The biggest thing that happens is the county fair And I guess that's why it seemed like such a big event
Several years ago In a foreign town Far away from home I met the Count of Tuscany A young eccentric man Bred from royal blood Took me for a ride Across
Tonight it's hot down here I can almost smell the rain And I can almost taste the fear Behind your name Fans turning on the ceiling I feel sticky as a
As vezes me pergunto Onde voce esta? Nao sei se nao te vejo Ou se apagaram a luz Brincamos de esconder Ou entao vivemos em um Eterno desencontro Nao
A veces me pregunto Donde donde estas tu? nose si no te veo me apagaron la luz probamos escondernos y vivimos en un eterno desencuentro no hay forma de
Frank Zappa (lead guitar) Ian Underwood (alto saxophone) Bunk Gardner (tenor saxophone) Motorhead Sherwood (baritone saxophone, snorks) Buzz Gardner (
[includes a quote from King Kong] FZ: I've been informed that when the guy comes out that beats the gong we have to stop playing, because the subways
Ha ha ha ha ha ha . . .
Tantissime mangiate di pizza Fatta in casa La simpatia di tutti Tutti dicono ok! intorno ai tavoli Tavoli desolati intese oh che intese! Ma quel crescere
So the Count of Monte Christo Threw the cape over his head Gave me a penny for my thoughts But didn't get no change, and Old aged rhythmns They were singing
On the first day of March it was raining It was raining worse than anything that I have ever seen I drank ten pints of beer and I cursed all the people
Near to Banbridge Town, in the County Down One morning in July, Down a boreen green came a sweet colleen, And she smiled as she passed me by; Oh, she