the house of a thousand guitars. House of a thousand, house of a thousand, house meet the moon and stars. House of a thousand, house of a thousand, house
When everything we felt fails Then some music, soft and distant sails But it don't sound like it did before Then I know I'm left with nothing more Then
the early morning I can't make up a thing And a barely can play I don't like to sing So I picked up my brush Painted blue guitar And I ripped off the
when everything we felt failed and some music soft in distant sails but it don't sound like it did before then i know i'm left with nothing more than
Übersetzung: Red House Painters. Ein weiterer Song For A Blue Guitar.
Übersetzung: Red House Painters. Songs For A Blue Guitar.
you like i did? And do your hearts beat in unison? The chords are ringing out, My fingertips are pouring rain upon the rooftop Because inside this house
: [Intro: Mr. Mixx] YEAHHHHHHH, BA-BYYYY!! It's the boys, we gon' do it like this, one time for ya mind! All the boys in the house ... y'knahmsayin!
I can use I know your really living In that house up on the hill So if you feel like giving Friend I've got a jar to fill I play guitar And I sing my
: (feat. Jack Johnson) Johnny wanna be a big star Get on stage and play the guitar Make a little money, buy a fancy car Big old house and an alligator
ya feelin' That's how it is Get down and jam If ya'll don't understand Check it Heat rock makin' Street block shakin' Club life's great when its house
I mixed up too much, am I mixed up too hard Why am I walking, where am I running What am I saying, what am I knowing On this guitar I'm playing, on this
right to the bone. New York Times said it was the coldest winter in seventeen years; I didn't feel so cold then. I swung on to my old guitar, Grabbed
: Baby, baby, we've got a date; (ooh-hoo, ooh-hoo) Oh, baby, baby, don't you be late. Oh, baby! I'll meet you at your house at a quarter to eight. (
may have built for you a dream house But never thought you were alone I filled the party up with company But never made our house a home All I got is my guitar
I couldn't listen to a joke or rock n' roll And muscle cars drove a truck Right through my heart On my birthday you sang me "Heart of Gold" With a guitar
: (John Durrill) Every night he jumped up, on his mama's four poster bed With his daddy's guitar, and a cowboy hat on his head Little Sis ran the spotlight
