home She arrives in 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
Been working on a song for you, a simple melody. Something just to let you know, how much you mean to me. Tryin' to find the perfect lines, but the words
the starving, artless, tempted by the feast of proof that this body of work has worth. Uncertain as the fingering of a chord torn prematurely from a piano
a 'lectronic baby grand I'm gonna sell you a song [piano intro] I woke up when I got here But I'm not really sure where I am I see a piano Beside it
' in somebody else's town David Crosby: Vocals, Acoustic 12-String Guitar Jeff Pevar: Vocals, Electric Guitars, Ebow James Raymond: Lead Vocal, Piano, Electric Piano
arrives in all her splendor Each night at nine o'clock Her chariot is the crosstown bus That stops right down the block Now the old piano minstrel
win From the heart of death valley To the ruling of our land A simple trick you simple pig It's just the way we planned
Frank zappa (guitar, synclavier) Steve vai (guitar) Ray white (guitar, vocals) Tommy mars (keyboards) Chuck wild (piano) Arthur barrow (bass) Scott thunes
I still remember that time when we were dancing We were dancing to a song that I?d heard Your face was simple and your hands were naked I was singing
there watching him was the lady that's known as Lou His eyes went rubbering round the room and he seemed in a kind of daze Till at last that old piano
there watching him was the lady that's known as Lou. His eyes went rubbering round the room, and he seemed in a kind of daze, Till at last that old piano
wants is a baby and a sewing machine [ piano ] This morning he finds her walking downtown Out window shopping just looking around That good life she dreams of is such simple
Every nigga want her dog but ain't tripping. Before she goes to the club she ask my permission. Bless her every morning with all my kisses. My rule simple
her splendor 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 as she
the simple things longtime sunshine, longtime sunshine upon me sometimes i wanna build a house with a woodstove or a fireplace in the middle of the living room an old piano
simple, but now I know Nobody wants to be the weak one We all want to go from strength to strength You made me hard, you made me strong I was simple
I think I'm falling in love again. Such simple miracles have happened since your steady hands have come and stopped my unraveling. Your fingers, built for the piano