a love song for you not for myself A silly love song I don't want nobody else I wrote a love song for everyone to see A little love song to get you to
I'll take the legs from some old table I'll take the arms from some old chair I'll take the neck from some old bottle And from a horse I'll take the hair
Venez ecouter cette sombre histoire, Tout ca n'est pas beau, mais faut l'savoir... Je m'souviens encore de ces annees noires, Ou au fond d'un verre,
Translation: Cold Feet, More Songs soundtrack. What A Wonderful World [louis Armstrong].
had their noses in the air Pretending that they cared about our scene Just because our money's green I'll tell you stage dives Make me feel more alive Than coded messages in slowed down songs
: you don't listen to a single word we say things get rougher everyday fuckin' arrogance drivin' me crazy get back in the mold and do just what we're
: You're making up excuses for something that is more than useless Pretending it don't phase you makes you feel all cold inside This shit won't last
: Whoa oh oh oh Whoa oh Whoa oh Stumble in some ambulance so Pre-dawn corpses come to life Armies of the dead survive Armies of the hungry ones Only
: If you insult me in a book And I don't know whom I'm friends of I drop a name 'bout every hour And when I lie about everything I don't think anyone
a rock cast in the sea Oh St.Louis baby Look what you're doin' to me I'm going back, back to St.Louis I'm going back, back to St.Louis
Duke, Basie et Louis vous avez compris matin en me reveillant le soir en me couchant et meme en dormant je les entend en revant Duke, Basie et Louis
: St. Louis song Something is wrong I kill that man From your own shoulders down And here comes an empty People look at each other like me CHORUS: I
: Louie, Louie, me gotta go. Louie, Louie, me gotta go. A fine little girl, she wait for me. Me catch the ship across the sea. I sailed the ship all
: Heaven, I'm in heaven And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak And I seem to find the happiness I seek When we're out together dancing cheek to
: (George Weiss / Bob Thiele) A man wants to work for his pay A man wants a place in the sun A man wants a gal proud to say That she'll become his
