I've been looking for a place to call home But I've failed here to find it so I must travel on I don't care for fine mansions on earth sinking sand Lord
my polonaise now On my piano grand You know I can't help but thinkin' Well about first one night stand When my precious hands were tinkling On my little Georgie Sand
jean baby, L.A. lady Seamstress for the band Pretty-eyed, pirate smile You'll marry a music man Ballerina, you must have seen her Dancin' in the sand
and medicine of all See how that feeling comes and goes Like the pull of moon on tides Now I am surf rising Now parched ribs of sand at his side What
[Geoff Tate // Lead & Backing Vocals] [Jeff Carrell // Electric Guitar & Backing Vocals] [Howard Chillcott // Synths, Steinway Piano & Backing Vocals] [
CS 80, Prophet 5, Yamaha Electric Grand Piano,2nd & 4th Moog solos Kit Watkins Hammond C3, Solina, Yamaha Electric Grand Piano, Rhodes Piano, 1st and
heart that played piano in the dark And cheered you every step of the way I still thirst for romance, I still thirst for romance And the sand between
to learn from this `Cause I can hear him cry And feel the hiss Of the wind in his feathers and the sand on his feet As he dies in the desert On that
I'm sitting here at my piano I'm wondering how this battle can be won The woman I was sure I was in love with Seems to feel that the deal is done But
big white farmhouse And forty acres in my head You got a kitchen, It's an oak floor kitchen And a big brass feather bed And there in the parlor, An old upright piano
worth to tell The end will be far away The final notes lie mute upon the sand And in this lonesome end Final notes lie mute upon sand
white silver sands Where on the brink of love I kissed her and obeyd my heart's command Where the deep blue pearly waters wash upon white silver sands
Frank zappa (guitar, vocals) Ian underwood (alto saxophone, piano) Bunk gardner (tenor saxophone, clarinet) Motorhead sherwood (baritone saxophone, tambourine
always tomorrow, you'll do the things that you should You're just a sad eyed dreamer, but your intentions are good. I am a man who keeps his head down in the sand
Vienna is experiencing the largest lightning storm in its long history. Within a large disheveled room, Ludwig Von Beethoven is slumped over his piano and on the piano
traveled over many thousand miles To see a pretty Geisha girl dressed in Oriental style They've read it in the tea leaves and it's written in the sand
But all I could see was a cactus tree and a prairie dog playing there I watched the prairie dog feed on the tumbleweed that's his home way out there [ piano