! (piano & instrumental) Boogie! My-my-my-my, clouds so dark Have lost their silver linin' But don't throw away Your umbrella, ya'all ('Cause your sun
Words & music: don henley ** chantal would occasionally play a piano version of this song (a top 5 hit for don henley in 1984) during her early performances
Saturdays Sundays we danced like there's no tomorrow Duke (Ellington) played piano in Storyville We sang the Blues round midnight until. . . The sun came
a park He's got a piano all to himself That he plays after dark I know the sound as the sun goes down Everything is fresh at the source as the sun goes
(brooker / reid) Though I know the night has fallen and the sun's sailed out to sea I will wait here for the band to play the trumpet voluntary And with
Though I know the night has fallen and the sun's sailed out to sea I will wait here for the band to play the trumpet voluntary And with one foot on
' When that sun starts sinkin' low Well, my heart starts beatin' When that sun starts sinkin' low When the shadows fall I know it's time for me to go Billy Powell on the piano
telling everyone Thought the kettle was a train Thought that Monday was a door frame I tried so hard to finally settle down Heard the fire pop and snap like a tack piano
our place in time and space So we need never grow Because we know it all Make believe That you are in the air I breathe And the warmth of the sun surrounding
Come what may Stars are gonna shine Come what may The big old sun will rise Come what may Night is gonna follow the day Come what may Rain's gonna fall
Think I just heard her laugh Up in the air Up there, up there in the air In the air Twelve floors up In the Camlin hotel Man at the piano Plays songs
Well, babe, I'm on fire Alright now, hit me up, baby, and knock me down Drop what you're doing and come around We can hold hands till the sun goes down
topic of disease Mikey had a facial scar and Bobby was a racist They were all in love dyin' they were doin' it in Texas Tommy played piano like a
cash and your jewelry is what I expect MCA was with it and he's my ace So I grabbed the piano player and I punched him in the face The piano player'
lot of my time looking at blue The colour of my room and my mood Blue on the walls, blue out of my mouth The sort of blue between clouds when the sun
hood with a passion And I ain't talkin' that action Jackson When I come you better run for ammo Or get played like a fuckin' piano And yo, we got my
whistle whine smell that perfume of Georgia pines See that big moon roll above this hobo's life is a life I love Ridin' the Atlantic Coastal Line ridin' the Atlantic Coastal Line [ piano
It feels like the old me and you again it feels like the old me and you The clouds're gone and the sun's shining through And it feels like the old me