Translation: The Great KAT. Funeral March (Piano Sonata In Bb Minor, Arranged For Guitar).
isle of Manhattan I'd bring it to where you are Making a lake of the east river and Hudson If I could open my mouth Wide enough for a marching band to march
the fight and get in the gloryland march (Glory hallujah we are marching... [ piano ] Blessed is the army that will follow God fighting for the kingdom as we onward trod Waiting for
For real though who really got sent Flown on the edge, got the ledge hangin' out of the window Bird chest witcha winderous fearaf? Around you'll be hemps
not lonely I've got nothing to prove for it's you that I'd die to defend I wanna lay you down in a bed of roses For tonight I'll sleep on a bed of nails
's an Indian summer in him Drink from this flask to put warmth in your chest and sing around my piano I'm settling in for the long winter months with
gathering for attack, for the faith of their fathers' they now raise all arms. When the light disappears they march in from everywhere and soon their
do this forever, this is easy They're all readin' my column Please don't tell my mama That I write the music column for the gazette She still thinks That I play piano
pain A cigarette that bears a lipstick's traces An airline ticket to romantic places And still my heart has wings These foolish things Remind me of you A tinkling piano
me happiness or pain A cigarette that bears a lipstick's traces An airline ticket to romantic places And still my heart has wings These foolish things Remind me of you A tinkling piano
Elle jouait du piano tous les soirs a sept heures Des valses de chopin, des marches militaires Des airs qui avaient fait un jour battre son coeur Son
up for Mama She'll get hot for you When they pass that basket Folk contribute to You put in for Mama She'll put out for you The folks atop the ladder
tell it when the lights're soft and low Underneath the lamp post by the barrack's gate Standing all alone every night you see her wait She waits for her boy who marched
me of you I know that this was bound to be These things have haunted me For you, my dear, enchanted me The winds of March that make my heart a
get a smilin nazi March him right on through Wham a baby Kiss a baby Ladies in for tea And here's a bunch of speeches Well toss 'em in for free
Frank Zappa (guitar, vocals) Ian Underwood (alto saxophone, piano) Bunk Gardner (tenor saxophone, clarinet) Motorhead Sherwood (baritone saxophone, tambourine
father's right end I see Jesus over in the Promised Land Work is over now I'm coming to be I see Jesus standing waiting for me [ piano ] As the stones
a spider's web The piano keys are black and white But they sound like a million colors in your mind I could tell you to go to war Or I could march for
