All the Saints Regal Regalia歌词

There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun It's been the ruin of many a poor boy God, I know I'm one(注) I cried to my daddy on the telephone, how long now Until the clouds unroll and you come home, the line went But the shadows still re

rock steady years on the run boy i know i can take it and now that i'm here i know you can't stand the waiting, boy lets say no more games no messing with the mind always room for change let's give it one more try (come on lets give it a try) i got m

"Saints and Sinners" - "Pure Shores" I've crossed the deserts for miles Swam water for time Searching places to find A piece of something to call mine (I'm coming, I'm coming) A piece of something to call mine (Coming closer to you) We

A few questions that I need to know How you could ever hurt me so I need to know what I've done wrong And how long it's been going on Was it that I never paid enough attention? Or did I not give enough affection Not only will your answers keep me san

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You say that you got the answers You heard 'em all on the telephone And now you're tellin' everybody This living co-op ain't a business zone, c'mon We've got new thoughts, new ideas, it's all so groovy It's just a shame that we've all seen the same o

"saints and sinners" - "black coffee" night swimming, beach walking ~"saints and sinners" - "black coffee"~ always silent, never talking then you call my name and i know inside i love you sail away i miss you more u

Jean-Luc Ponty - Violin, Keyboards Paul Humphrey - Violin, Drums Shuggie Otis - Bass, Guitar Lowell George - Guitar Captain Beefheart - Harmonica, Keyboards, Vocals Max Bennett - Bass Frank Zappa - Bass, Guitar, Percussion, Arranger, Composer, Keyboa

Pounding away in the back of my head Until I've almost lost myself And those red and black patterns In which nothing happens, have made me sleep A beautiful voice is a nail Being pulled out of wood Carry on little hammer You were always my favorite t