There's a rose. In a fisted glove. And the eagle flies,. Flies with the dove. So if you can't be with the one you love,. Love the one you're with. Love the one you're with.
Sometimes I can't let go. Sometimes I move too slow. I swear it's not a show. I don't know if I'm tired or crazy. Or if my blood sugar is dangerously low.
one, for starry nights and. two, for candle lights and. three, for long walks in the sun. four, for all the laughter. five, for ever after. six, your smile is just the best..
(Murray on lead). Small paper cranes. and wall paper stains. that the pictures can hardly conceal. Love letters bent. from tears that were spent. on a cruel and a shabby ideal.
(Jian). How many people, uh, how many people here would consider themselves a loser?. [applause].
(Dave on lead). Only just we two. blood in my veins. the shadow of you. Perfect as frost. on the flowers. How a country recalls. day always breaks. night always falls.
(Jian). Everyone has a groovy time with Lazlo.. He speaks poetry and brings us cheer.. (All). We have lots of friends back in Ontario.. But right now, there is no better place than here.
When I was 3, my mother said to me. Eat up your greens and say your grave. While on TV they put a dog in space. And left here there... you should've seen her face.
by Beau Dommages. Cre-moe, cre-moe pas,. Quelque part en alaska. Y'a un phoque qui s'ennuie en maudit. Sa blonde est partie. Gagner sa vie. Dans un cirque aux Etats-Unis.
by Beau Dommages. This song was originally written in French.. Believe me or not. Somewhere in Alaska. There's a seal who's feeling glum. His love has left.
Mais d'o vient. L'motion trange. Qui me fascine. Autant qu'elle me drange. Je frissonne poignard par le beau. C'est comme. Dans l'me le couteau. La blessure traverse mon cur.
My life understands the silence from within. My heart will demand, keep me near You. My love in Your hands, what a joy it can be. . Who walks to the edge feeling tired, sometimes cold?.
Nous prendrons le temps de vivre. D'être libres, mon amour. Sans projets et sans habitudes. Nous pourrons rêver notre vie. . Viens, je suis là, je n'attends que toi.
Paroles et musique : Georges Moustaki. 1969 ditions Musicales Continentales Intersong. 1. Avec ma gueule de mtque, de juif errant, de ptre grec. Et mes cheveux aux quatre vents.
Avec ma gueule de métèque,. De Juif errant, de pâtre grec. Et mes cheveux aux quatre vents,. Avec mes yeux tout délavés. Qui me donnent l'air de rêver,.
Paroles originales et musique : Manos Hadjidakis. Paroles franaises : Georges Moustaki. 1962 by Musik ditions Europaton. 1. (Parl) Le jeune facteur est mort.
Paroles originales : Kambanellis. Paroles franaises : Georges Moustaki. Musique : Manos Hadjidakis. Control. 1. Devant la pierre abandonne. Fleurie de quelques fleurs fnes.
I wake up alone early in the morning. And I don't know where I am. Last night I drank my pain away. Today I am a lonely man. You are breaking my heart.
Just another day,the wind blows the clouds away, actually I'm well. Can you see my sign, that shows you I'm fine, you believe the words I say. . Although I've got.