Impassible Impossible Beaucoup trop sensible Toutes ces ames Polygames Sur une seule gamme Sur ma guitare J?me fais mon film J?tire sur la corde sensible
(-M-) Impassible Impossible Beaucoup trop sensible Toutes ces ames Polygames Sur une seule gamme Sur ma guitare J?me fais mon film J?tire sur la corde
Dans un amour, faut d'la fierte, Pouvoir se taire, de la dignite, Savoir partir au bon moment, Cacher son mal en souriant, Et je me disais en marchant
And I'm pulling on the red chord That pulls you back to me Lord It helps me out When you're away When I was in the army And they called you back to save
[Guitar solo from City Of Tiny Lights Santa Monica Civic Auditorium December 11, 1980 engineer: George Douglas FZ lead guitar Steve Vai rhythm guitar
It all depends on what you're after Write out the notes measure for measure Not your favorite instrument But no less essential You need some time
I hear it in your silence. When you don't speak. Well, what's funny then. Isn't funny anymore. I can hear it in your voice. There's always a catch. We
(Instrumental)
{ ... the Storks brought you an angel so Sing goddess, Sing for him. } { " If they could only touch his soul to understand " } { And the Shiver whispers
I wonder what we'll play for you tonight Something heavy or something light, something to set your soul alight I wonder how we'll answer when you say "
Six of one and half a dozen Black guitars and plastic blues Hide behind a wall of nothing Nothing said and nothing new Four chords that made a million
( Drag City Supersession album ) There is no comfort so Familiar as the silence Inasmuch as we touch We understand each other As for us we've become
everybody writes a rain song everybody writes what's done 'em wrong everybody writes the same pain song and as long as it's gonna sound just like everybody
On a highway bound for nowhere I ran my fingers through my tangled hair As I pulled in for another tank of freedom With a hundred miles behind me and
Rise up and be discarded Rise up to be misunderstood Rise up and be discarded Rise up to be misunderstood Misunderstood We've got dogs with pets, man
I'm writing young and gifted In my autobiography I figured who would know Better than me I'm certainly the former But I'm not so much the latter But
Turn around You can't face up to me I stand my ground I'm just what I seem to be And why the world Would give me a second look Except I'm up here And
