song I caught wind and hit the road runnin' And Lord, I've been a long time gone Been a long time gone Lord, I ain't had a prayer Since I don't know
don't move, don't brake, don't lose, don't sleep Light passin', light fashion, life happens that fast, party done Black hands up and prayer Black guns
be saved today get on your knees and pray Have please the wrong to right and join in the fight and get in the gloryland march (Glory hallujah we are marching... [ piano
have the patience /of ice on a sidewalk" when things get rough/ don't sweat it sometimes in life you just have to let it and sing out a song / so strong
do you greet the morning Draping your heart in a shroud Why must your life be a sideshow Played to an ignorant crowd How are you, in the other hours Do you pray
Well, my buddies ask me If I would write them a song? That says how we're different But how good we all get along For Bob, he is a Baptist And his wife
a prayer You're crying out loud A face lost in the crowd A voice no-one can hear You'll get by on a wing and a prayer So let it be Let the breeze carry
all her splendour every night at nine o'clock And her chariot is a cross-town bus that stops right down the block The ol' piano minstrel plays a song
my knees And roll my stockings down And all that jazz Start the car I know a whoopee spot Where the gin is cold But the piano's hot It's just a noisy
drink, I propose a toast, a final prayer. Here's to the watchers in the wood, here's to the last days, unto us a most inspired song. Shaper, stop the
that a lot, doesn't he? uhm... oh, I'm david bowie, I live Down the road. Bing: oh! David: sir percival let's me use his piano if he not around. he
stood still For a headlight was shining in his face And he whispered a prayer as he drew on the air For he knew this would be his final grace [ piano
a good place, and in days were where I lived, I imagined life had purpose and I'd something good to give, Mr. Cave played along on the battered hallway piano, Oh, every love song
shrug As I crawled beneath the rug and retuned my piano The wallflower is waiting, she hides behind composure, composure She'd love to dance and prays
at nine o'clock And her chariot is a cross-town bus that stops right down the block The ol' piano minstrel plays a song as she walks in And the queen
letter if I wrote you you asked me not to call you on the phone But there's something I'm wanting to tell you so I wrote it in the words of this song
step, the burst of blood in my chest, the prayer I've kept in my head. You are the knock of my knees, the swollen sound of each song I scribble down
the speed though, man, you better let ease off A street talk into a collision course with these walls - bam! They don't move, don't pray, don't lose,
