modal tune, which means -- for the benefit of any layman who may have wandered in this evening -- that I play a wrong note ever And then. [piano] This
here In the strange land of my dreams And I'm practicing my likeness Of St. Francis of Assisi For if I hold my hand outstretched A little bird comes
and it feels better than a tongue-kiss carbonated with the flow, orange-flavored sunkist we musically grow unto the world like a fungus amongst this, playin' the piano like a trumpet little
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
've waited all my life for this moment! my heart is fluttering! if only I could submit myself on approval, for a limited time only...to ...to that nasty
be forgot and days of auld lang syne. For auld lang syne, my dear for auld lang syne We'll take a cup of kindness yet for the sake of auld lang syne
sampler, piano piece caught my ear Gimmie a sec, nothin better than a piano loop Let me get this perfect, let me pitch it up a bit A little faster might
it feels better than a tongue-kiss Carbonated with the flow, orange-flavored sunkist We musically grow unto the world like a fungus Amongst this, playin' the piano like a trumpet Little
entertainment here in the strange land of my dreams Now I'm practicing my likeness of St. Francis of Assisi For if I hold my hand outstretched A little
you add all of the little puzzle pieces together, it makes up one entire picture. but right now, how you live, and how you create, you are just a little