, bad can be good someday CHORUS There are moments I Fool around in my head But the locust got high On the good I should have said Mountains and earthquakes
I go on when every thought hurts? I flirt with the notion of no more songs My old familiar foe, self pity haunts me I?m stuck in some over-the-mountain
Oh, if someone writes a song with a simple rhyme Just a song where his feeling show And if someone feels the same about the simple song Oh, sometimes
someone writes a song with a simple Rhyme (`N Sync) Just a song where is feeling show (The Moffats) And if someone feels the same about the simple song
someone writes a song with a simple Rhyme (Touch) Just a song where is feeling show (`N Sync) And if someone feels the same about the simple song
(piano noodling, sounding like Sad Girl) (drum machine noodling, w/ Mike, Murray & Jian discussing studio issues) (Mike speaking) A lot of... (Murray
you people come an' play on the piano Daylight come an' we wanna go home Let's do it Whoah, listen to a story 'bout a man named Jed A poor mountaineer
the bayou Cajun river song It almost got my head broke In Texas Purple Peacock, Honky Tonk Eunice, Louisiana Bourbon whiskey free, son Just tune up the piano
, tape started to roll Yeah, the song's got fire, it's got no soul There's a lonely stretch of blacktop between here and home Drop down into the valley, piano
something of how a piano must feel when it looks at the fireplace to see sheet music being used for kindling, Smoke signalling the end of some song
Oh if someone writes a song with a simple rhyme Just a song where is feeling show And if someone feels the same about the simple song Oh sometimes you
someone writes a song with a simple Rhyme {`N Sync} Just a song where is feeling show {The Moffats} And if someone feels the same about the simple song
an' play on the piano. Daylight come an' me wanna go home. Let's Do It! All right. Whoah, listen to a story 'bout a man named Jed. A poor mountaineer
fears that you'd notice now like a tear cast in stone And she comes from a spring to a fountain on the wings of her song She's the king of the mountain
." now i know something of how a piano must feel when it looks at the fireplace to see sheet music being used for kindling. smoke signaling the end of some song
Oh, if someone writes a song With a simple rhyme Just a song Where his feelings show And if someone feels the same About this simple song Oh, and sometimes
We got... for here, But it really doesn't matter with me now, 'Cause I've been through the mountains... Like anybody I would like to live a long life,
