Category: Music

Slip Away – David Bowie (Piano Ballad Version)

Slip Away – David Bowie (Piano Ballad Version) Oogie waits for just another dayDrags his bonesTo see the Yankees playBones Boy talks and flickers grayOh, they slip away Once a timeThey nearly might have beenBones and Oogie on a silver screenNo one knew what they could doExcept for me and youThey slip awayThey slip away Don’t forgetTo keep your head warmTwinkle twinkle Uncle FloydWatching all the worldAnd war tornHow I wonder where you areOo-oSailing overConey IslandTwinkle twinkle Uncle FloydWe were dumbBut you were fun, boyHow I wonder where you areOo-o Oogie knew there’s never ever timeSome of us will always stay behindDown in space it’s always 1982The joke we always knewOo-ooWhat’sa matter with youC’mon, let’s goSlip awayOo-o Don’t forgetTo keep your head warmTwinkle twinkle Uncle FloydWatching all the worldAnd war tornHow I wonder where you areOo-oSailing overConey IslandTwinkle twinkle Uncle FloydWe were dumbBut you were fun, boyHow I wonder where you areOo-o Sailing Slip Away – David Bowie (Piano Ballad Version) Oogie waits for just another dayDrags his bonesTo see the Yankees playBones Boy talks and flickers grayOh, they slip away Once a timeThey nearly might have beenBones and Oogie on a silver screenNo one knew what they could doExcept for me and youThey slip awayThey slip away Don’t forgetTo keep your head warmTwinkle twinkle Uncle FloydWatching all the worldAnd war tornHow I wonder where you areOo-oSailing overConey IslandTwinkle twinkle Uncle FloydWe were dumbBut you were fun, boyHow I wonder where you areOo-o Oogie knew there’s never ever timeSome of us will always stay behindDown in space it’s always 1982The joke we always knewOo-ooWhat’sa matter with youC’mon, let’s goSlip awayOo-o Don’t forgetTo keep your head warmTwinkle twinkle Uncle FloydWatching all the worldAnd war tornHow I wonder where you areOo-oSailing overConey IslandTwinkle twinkle Uncle FloydWe were dumbBut you were fun, boyHow I wonder where you areOo-o Sailing

Bob Dylan – Mr. Tambourine Man (Remaster)

Mr. Tambourine man – bob dylan (Hunter s. thompson planning his funeral) Hey Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for meI’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going toHey Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for meIn the jingle jangle mornin’ I’ll come followin’ you Though I know that evening’s empire has returned into sandVanished from my handLeft me blindly here to stand, but still not sleepingMy weariness amazes me, I am branded on my feetI have no one to meetAnd my ancient empty street’s too dead for dreaming Hey Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for meI’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going toHey Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for meIn the jingle jangle mornin’ I’ll come followin’ you Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin’ shipMy senses have been stripped, my hands can’t feel to gripMy toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heelsTo be wanderingI’m ready to go anywhere, I’m ready for to fadeInto my own parade, cast your dancin’ spell my wayI promise to go under it Hey Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for meI’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going toHey Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for meIn the jingle jangle mornin’ I’ll come followin’ you Though you might hear laughing, spinning, swinging madly across the sunIt’s not aimed at anyone, it’s just escaping on the runAnd but for the sky there are no fences facingAnd if you hear vague traces of skipping reels of rhymeTo your tambourine in time, it’s just a ragged clown behindI wouldn’t pay it any mindIt’s just a shadow you’re seeing that he’s chasing Hey Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for meI’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going toHey Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for meIn the jingle jangle mornin’ I’ll come followin’ you And take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mindDown the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leavesThe haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beachFar from the twisted reach of crazy sorrowYes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving freeSilhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sandsWith all memory and fate driven deep beneath the wavesLet me forget about today until tomorrow Hey Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for meI’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going toHey Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for meIn the jingle jangle mornin’ I’ll come followin’ you Mr. Tambourine man – bob dylan (Hunter s. thompson planning his funeral) Hey Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for meI’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going toHey Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for meIn the jingle jangle mornin’ I’ll come followin’ you Though I know that evening’s empire has returned into sandVanished from my handLeft me blindly here to stand, but still not sleepingMy weariness amazes me, I am branded on my feetI have no one to meetAnd my ancient empty street’s too dead for dreaming Hey Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for meI’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going toHey Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for meIn the jingle jangle mornin’ I’ll come followin’ you Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin’ shipMy senses have been stripped, my hands can’t feel to gripMy toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heelsTo be wanderingI’m ready to go anywhere, I’m ready for to fadeInto my own parade, cast your dancin’ spell my wayI promise to go under it Hey Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for meI’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going toHey Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for meIn the jingle jangle mornin’ I’ll come followin’ you Though you might hear laughing, spinning, swinging madly across the sunIt’s not aimed at anyone, it’s just escaping on the runAnd but for the sky there are no fences facingAnd if you hear vague traces of skipping reels of rhymeTo your tambourine in time, it’s just a ragged clown behindI wouldn’t pay it any mindIt’s just a shadow you’re seeing that he’s chasing Hey Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for meI’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going toHey Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for meIn the jingle jangle mornin’ I’ll come followin’ you And take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mindDown the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leavesThe haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beachFar from the twisted reach of crazy sorrowYes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving freeSilhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sandsWith all memory and fate driven deep beneath the wavesLet me forget about today until tomorrow Hey Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for meI’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going toHey Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for meIn the jingle jangle mornin’ I’ll come followin’ you

Chuck Berry – Cottage For Sale (Remaster)

Chuck Berry – Cottage For Sale (Remaster) Our little dream castle with every dream gone,Is lonely and silent, the shades are all drawn,And my heart is heavy as I gaze uponA cottage for sale   The lawn we were proud of is waving in hay,Our beautiful garden has withered away,Where you planted roses, the weeds seem to say,A cottage for sale.   From every single window, I see your face,But when I reach a window, there’s empty space.The key’s in the mail box the same as before,But no one is waiting any more,The end of the story is told on the door.A cottage for sale. Chuck Berry – Cottage For Sale (Remaster) Our little dream castle with every dream gone,Is lonely and silent, the shades are all drawn,And my heart is heavy as I gaze uponA cottage for sale   The lawn we were proud of is waving in hay,Our beautiful garden has withered away,Where you planted roses, the weeds seem to say,A cottage for sale.   From every single window, I see your face,But when I reach a window, there’s empty space.The key’s in the mail box the same as before,But no one is waiting any more,The end of the story is told on the door.A cottage for sale.

Al Bowlly – Close Your Eyes (Remaster)

AL BOWLLY – CLOSE YOUR EYES (REMASTER)AL BOWLLY – CLOSE YOUR EYES (REMASTER)