guitar and you ruined our happy home You told me that you're gonna pick, you're gonna be a star I'm tired of playin' second fiddle to an old guitar
Guitar (simon) & violin (stephane grappelli) Instrumental
an adjective And I, I've never really been into cars I like really cool guitars and superheros And checks with lots of zeros on them I love the sound of violins
Possessions never meant anything to me I'm not crazy We'll that's not true, I've got a bed and a guitar And a dog named Dog who pisses on my floor That
each other in Birmingham They bought a drum and guitar Started a rock-roll band And Johnny played little violin And Bobby Joe played the big violin
of the air And move the rolling sky. Our fiddler, he just loves to play And that's why he plays so good. And now he plays a violin Made out of solid
song when I turn you on Let me be your kit-kat good gurl In your ochestra gurl Got ya leg strapped around my neck,like a guitar hurtin ya girl Bumpin
me like a drum Some stroke me like a guitar Some shake me like a tambourine Some beat me into the wall In the song of my life Baby, you're the violin
percussion Turn it upside down Love to hear percussion Love to hear it Blow horns, you sure sound pretty Your violins keep movin' to the nitty gritty When you hear the scratch of guitars
And then he came over to my house Where he tried out my guitar He was young and black and beautiful Big eyed, perfect skinned And he played my guitar
every day, every day, every day To every day And in the front rooms in old towns far from the city With beaten up guitars and hearts full of pity The
David Rosenthal Words and Music - Jane Lead vocal- Jane Backing vocals - Jane/David Rosenthal Programming - David Rosenthal Piano - Reg Webb Guitar - Jane / David Rosenthal Bass Guitar - Enrico Milieu Violin
There were no violins, there were no soft guitars Hot summer love under the city stars I was Mr. Dynamite and you were my only girl We held each other
I know a lot of folks who are extremely loyal To a banjo or a nice guitar But I prefer a greasy can of olive oil With a broken broom handle by far Some
guitar Played like a slow jam in the dark Gotta find the groove You know what to do to get to me I wanna be played like a violin Make the string talk
' burnt water and massingil Run up the tab in the taxi cab Don't give a crap when the tree branch snaps 3 rusty strings on your guitar Slicin' at his
monde Sur une guitare, sur un violin Sur des gamelles et des bidons A tout hasard sous les balcons Le sans-papiers fait sa chanson Sur une guitare, sur un violin
Who deserves to go to jail Mirror mirror on the wall Who's the prettiest one of all Mirror mirror humor me Do they see what I see Gordon gano: vocal, guitar, violin
