the piano players dead. someone shot him in the head. I want to make sweet love to his fucking music. who would've wanted the show to end this early?
one, two, three, go. oh, oh, oh the life we shared. it will fall down when you meet me here and you come around and you come around crawling on my back
Ne me dites pas que ce garcon etait fou Il ne vivait pas comme les autres, c'est tout Et pour quelles raisons etranges Les gens qui n'sont pas comme
Ein Kind spielt Klavier, die Tone kleckern, sie kleckern aus kleinen Fingern Mal sanft und mal scharf, und keiner darf es storen, wir sitzen und horen
You gotta take ?em down and ring ?em out and catch ?em before they hit the ground you never know when your number?s up. You gotta take your time and
I wonder if you could be my therapy It's kinda awkward but obvious its what I need I?m not Michelangelo painting the ceiling But you?re the last shade
Who's gonna play this ol' piana After I'm not here? Who's gonna sing these sad songs to you Cause your eyes to fill with tears? Who's gonna keep
Le premier metro s'en va dans la nuit Un bon cafe chaud avant d'aller au lit C'est tous les matins la meme musique Train-train quotidien, piano mecanique
(feat. Ice Cube, MC Breeze) [King Tee] King Tee's drunk again...Yo, check this out: awww shit, aw shit, I wanna dedicate this song to all them motherfuckers
Les gouttes de la pluie sont les pianos du paradis c'est un ange blond qui me l'a dit Des notes qui ruisselent le long des arcs-en-ciel et transforment
(Instrumental)
Una notte sul canale di Lubecca in una vecchia fabbrica di polvere da sparo li giacciono nella polvere accatastati i vecchi pianoforti dalla guerra
: Ein Kind spielt Klavier, die Tone kleckern, sie kleckern aus kleinen Fingern Mal sanft und mal scharf, und keiner darf es storen, wir sitzen und horen