next to a small manual projector.) THE LITTLE BOY The era of Ragtime had run out, as if history were no more than a tune on a player piano. But we did
Wish I was a Kellogg's Cornflake Floatin' in my bowl takin' movies Relaxin' awhile, livin' in style Talkin' to a raisin' who 'casion'ly plays L.A. Casually
lines right tonight it's an ongoing affair it's no one cares it's like a piano or a suitcase or jet lag or a fountain of love everybody wants to be like movies
roar Sittin' quiet in the corner Put another record on God hates a coward, sonny Got a date with your VCR Watch another action movie Dream of me On the only piano
old home movies, the seeds so evident Little did I know back then what my tapping fingers meant A compulsive urge to hum a tune, to touch a piano key
shed the same cheap tears In a film about an island, watch our hero take a stand Pay our money gladly to wash our hands Watching the movie we'll ask
sometimes it feels like i still don't know you after all these years after all the stupid stuff we've gone through how many horror movies have we sat
me. So, you were down at Joe's on the night she broke her zipper, And some wane brain drunk champagne out of her slipper, And she danced on the piano
Wish I was a Kellogg's corn flake Floatin' in my bowl takin' movies Relaxing a while ...livin' in style Talkin' to a raisin who occasionally plays L.A
Sitting here wasted and wounded at this old piano Trying hard to capture the moment this morning I don't know 'Cause a bottle of vodka is still lodged
band to sing my songs and become a bad piano playing man--------- so hear i am in this hollywood city the city of the stars, movies, women and cars well
She was Boston, I was Vegas, She was crepe suzette, I was pie, She was lectures, I was movies, but I loved her. She was Mozart, I was Macy, She was afternoon
sbranda sulla serranda d'alluminio,delimita il suicidio dal mio cazzo di fastidio,che 'sta citta puzza di stronza,ti sonda,piazza remotate nella tomba,stcca il piano
, sing my songs And become a big piano playing man So here I am, here I am, here I am... Oh, in this Hollywood city Yeah.. City of stars, movies, women
homie... neva been wak homie I'm back homie... And I hold weight like I'm fat Tony Like a Soprano I stay with the ammo Push keys and make music but dont play the piano
She was only just a girly She was only just a girl There was sometime spent in heaven She was only just a friend Played piano in her basement She was
the beam Witcha fire eye drive slow, 8-5-0 Jet black tint still, they might know Who the cat controllin the strings of rap and R&B Trapped inside of a movie
You played your piano Wrote silly love songs And sang me fast asleep You drove me to New York Healed my first heartache And I remember How every night