Al Jarreau lyrics
Al Jarreau lyrics
"Spain (I Can Recall) Lyrics"
Since I Don't Have You Lyrics
I don't have plans and schemes and I don't have hopes and dreams. I don't have anything since I don't have you. I don't have fond desires and I don't have happy hours. I don't have anything since I don't h
I don't have plans and schemes and I don't have hopes and dreams. I don't have anything since I don't have you. I don't have fond desires and I don't have happy hours. I don't have anything since I don't h
A stick a stone
it's the end of the road,
it's the rest of the stump
it's a little alone
it's a sliver of glass,
it is life,it's the sun,
it is night ,it is death,
it's a trap, it's a gun.
the oak when it blooms,
a fox in the brush,
the knot in the wood,
the song of the thrush.
the wood of the
Caruso Lyrics
Donde brillan los mares y sopla fuerte el viento en un viejo balcon frente al golfo de Sorrento un hombre abraza a una mujer sin contener el llanto se despide una vez mas y vuelve a empezar el canto.
wind, Donde brillan los mares y sopla fuerte el viento en un viejo balcon frente al golfo de Sorrento un hombre abraza a una mujer sin contener el llanto se despide una vez mas y vuelve a empezar el canto.
a cliff, a fall,
a scratch, a lump,
it is nothing at all.
it's the wind blowing free.
it's the end of a slope.
it's a beam, it's a void,
it's a hunch, it's a hope.
and the riverbank talks.
of the water of march
it's the end of the strain,
it's the joy in your heart.
the foot, the ground,
Goodnight Vienna Lyrics
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the beat of the road,
a slingshot stone.
a fish, a flash,
a silvery glow,
a fight, a bet,
the range of the bow.
the bed of the well,
the end of the line,
the dismay in the face,
it's a loss, it's a find.
a spear, a spike,
a point, a nail,
a drip, a drop,
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Come Together Lyrics
Here come old flat top He come groovin' up slowly He got Joo Joo eyeball He one holy roller He got hair down to his knee Got to be a joker He just do w
he end of the tale. Here come old flat top He come groovin' up slowly He got Joo Joo eyeball He one holy roller He got hair down to his knee Got to be a joker He just do w
a truckload of bricks,
in the soft morning light,
the shot of a gun,
in the dead of the night.
a mile, a must,
a thrust, a bump.
it's a girl, it's a rhyme.
it's the cold, it's the mumps.
the plan of the house,
the body in bed,
the car that got stuck,
it's the mud, it's the mud