Gary Brooker - Low flying birds
Tekst :
Black suspenders and high-heeled walk
A painted mouth that says it wants to talk
The offer s made and it s hard to miss
but bear in mind that you re running a risk with those
Low flying birds
I wouldn t shoot at em
Low fling birds
they re far too dangerous
A tight sweater that tell it all
Just like a trophy hanging on the wall
The scented hair that leaves a trail behind
something to follow if you don t mind those
Low flying birds
I wouldn t shoot at em
Low fling birds
they re far too dangerous
Low flying birds
What would you do with them
Low flying birds
You d only ruin them
The tightest denim that Levi s make
Slowly peeling to reveal the shape
The blackest hair that s just been done
With make-up looking like a sticky bun, and they re
Low flying birds ...
in black suspenders
Low flying birds
in tight sweaters ...
Inne utwory
Get up and dance The cycle The angler Echoes in the night Give me something to remember Hear what youre saying The long goodbye Mineral man Holding on Missing person Home loving Lead me to the water Let me in A salty dog Nothing but the truth Hang on rose Switchboard Susan Count me out Losowe utwory
Giorno per giorno
ho imparato ad avere pazienza
sulla mia coscienza è cresciuta già l erba
e ogni giorno mi sveglio che tutto va meglio.
Giorno per giorno
seguo il vento aspettando la sera
e non faccio paura e non faccio domande
in poche parole, sono un uomo normale.
Giorno...
Nie jestem tym, który zw±tpi...
Nie jestem tym...
który zgubi...
Twój krok we mgle...
Ja jestem tym...
który wiecznie trwa...
który wiecznie trwa...
Nie jestem tym, który zb³±dzi!
Nie jestem tym...
który zb³±dzi...
gdy brniesz we mgle!
Ja jestem tym...
który wiecznie trwa...
który wiecznie trwa...
Ja Tobie...
My whole life, I ve watched you
You re everywhere on my TV
And I dream, about you
While I read your magazine
You told me that beauty is on the inside
I m sure it s beautiful inside of you
Remember when you...
You feed to know
Just how she feels inside
You grip her throat
She begins to cry
When you tear
She will bleed more
You don t care
That she s screaming
She was infected
When will her pain go...
Sometimes I find, cuando [some Mexican crap]
My mind unwinds, takes me away to a different kind of place
Feels like I m floating through space and I feel the sun in my face
And it s all right
And I m Chillin
Officially...
