A blackness covered the moon from a lunar eclipse A passage leads to a tomb beneath the sands of Egypt Candles are lit, and the keys to the pianos are
a warning As a warning A warning As a warning I'd given my nurse the weekend off My meals were ill prepared My typewriter had turned mute as a tomb And my piano
of Elvis on Union Avenue Followed him up to the gates of Graceland I watched him walk right through Now security, they did not see him They just hovered 'round his tomb
of Elvis On Union Avenue Followed him up to the gates of Graceland Then I watched him walk right through Now security they did not see him They just hovered 'round his tomb
Elvis down on Union Avenue Followed him up to the gates of Graceland Then I watched him walk right through Now security they did not see him They just hovered 'round his tomb
Elvis on Union Avenue Followed him up to the gates of Graceland Then I've watched him walk right through Now security did not see him They just hovered around his tomb
of Elvis on Union Avenue Followed him up to the gates of Graceland Then I watched him walk right through Now security they did not see him They just hovered 'round his tomb
kid in every household in the country Had a .45 lying in his room Singing Jim Dandy to the rescue Could raise a dead man from his tomb And he's ours
Union Avenue Followed him up the gates of Graceland Then I watched him walk right through Now security they did not see him They just hovered 'round his tomb
Red Script 7:18 7. Antofagasta 3:13 Sadness: Gradel : All Percussion Andy : Bass Effects & German Voice Chiva : Guitars & Piano
Oh, I love you! I wish you got the flu So I could take care of you Like you take care of me I'm such a Florence, a real Florence Nightingale I'll fluff
Musik: Joseph Kosma Text: Jaques Prevert Ik dink an di, stoh hier an?n Finster, Regen geiht nu dol, un mi is koolt. Dink an de Tiet, as wi blots uns
She says I know your face But something's strange In your eyes Your voice I know so well Your words I don't Recognise And darkness creeps Borne
yeux clairs comme de l'eau, J'ai jamais vu de ballerines, Sur la paille des cachots. Chez elle le cuir des limousines, Et des sourdines aux pianos,
Polonais qui n'aime pas les immigres Pour l'avenir j'suis pas confiant depuis le 21 avril je sais que les Francais sont des racistes conscients Quand tombe
Elvis On Union Avenue Followed him up to the gates of Graceland Then I watched him walk right through Now security they did not see him They just hovered Tround his tomb
en mieux Quelqu'un a mis l'avenir dans ma memoire Le slow de ma vie Ma solitude danse au ralenti Le slow de ma vie C'est le bonheur qui tombe sur mes
