, when the wind is high, And the storm gods race, and I'll be snugged up by my fire-place. Maybe feeding my little dog, or playing with my little cat. But unconsciously yearning, and
Could you please help me To send my mommy a message Tell her I miss her And I want her to come home Please tell her I love her More than she could know [Cello / Piano
wind Talkin, chanting, breathing Into her body...yesterday Awakened beside The scent of burnt sugar--on the skin Painting eyes--thick With the color she brings in Oh, and
a city, where the wind chill could kill ya, and frostbite the smile off your face when it grills ya. So naturally learned to make it out in the cold, and
man, I used to have a side chick, Shawty got wind I had to blow the chick off, Got rid of him they both took the sh-t hard, Shawty play the piano me I
another arm It started out as a little ukulele, When I was just a boy on the farm My fingers were too lazy for piano But I could hold a tune pretty good And
my soul to sea and I said Lord what have I done? And I said Lord what have I done? Scattered winds blow me cross the ocean, Turns and spins, leaves
bears a lipsticks' traces An airline ticket to romantic places And still my heart has wings These foolish things remind me of you A tinkling piano in
Macao to Acapulco from Havana to Seville We'll see monoliths and bridges and the Christ up on the hill An aria with the Russians at the piano in
they were only the fisherman's lamps And the white wash astern He felt the pain in the music And stood up from the piano But when he saw the moon
my hope All I've loved has died with you Feel my tears, cold and dark Lifeless like the one last kiss Memories have turned to pian Stain with the tears
without an accomplice And run the gauntlet with whoever that wants this High voltage This is the unforgettable sound High voltage Bringing you up and
a man, I used to have a side chick Shorty got wind, I had to blow the chick off We got rid of him, they both took the shit hard Shorty played the piano
I never meant to do her harm Said she could hear me singin' in the choir Me, I heard another song I caught wind and hit the road runnin' And Lord, I
keys and we ship Grand Pianos. sawed off shotgun hand on the pump, sippin on a forty smokin on a blunt bust my gun and Red and Meth gettin jumped
Stars in his eyes and a basketball Yeah, down in the streets you either do or ya die But he's bound and determined to fly Have faith in yourself and
do A body to the beat In other way, we givin' them a show Keys to the ignition and step on the gas (Let's go) And bust a bottle and pour me a shot in
I feel the hot wind blowin' from the west to the east I feel the hot wind blowin', can't get no relief I feel the hot wind blowin', ev'ry day and ev'ry