Guarding the carcass, stripped and divided To carve up and covet they wait there alone Keeping the secret, rest have forgotten Staring in silence from
DARLENE THAT'S SUCH A LOVELY HAT, A FINE CHAPEAU. JARENE YOUR STYLE IS SO DOWN PAT, YOUR PEDIGREE SHOWS. DORIS THOSE FLOWERS LOOK SO REAL, FRESH EASTER
Music: Irving Berlin Lyrics: Irving Berlin Book: Moss Hart Premiere: Saturday, September 30, 1933 Never saw you look quite so pretty before Never saw
In your Easter bonnet With all the frills upon it You'll be the grandest lady In the Easter Parade I'll be all in clover And when they look you over
Planned down to the last detail, this one job that couldn't fail. Broke in on the night before, one guard no trouble to the four. Seven million on that
Gretta's in the corner but she's miles away Mary's coaxing Adam to stare time in the face And me and Joey Carpenter are listening to the naked miner Talking
You're bringing me back to life You're bringing me back to life You're bringing me back to life You're bringing me back to life You're bringing me back
The seconds on the day of the Easter parade There was a flower child Running as fast as she can A new shade of rays and some bucket shoes And an angel
I don't wanna run around, run outside your kitchen In the front yard outside where the children play Sand box drifting in the land outside you're missing
Is all that we've become, just nothing but hats and bags We're waiting for taxi cabs ao you light cigarettes and I'm taking drags In the air, a sea
Is all that we've become, Just nothing but hats and bags We're waiting for taxi cabs So you light cigarettes And i'm taking drags In the air, a sea
Racing into town Bicycles in line In your raid In your raid I was Crazy inner feeling flows in here I'm a child sweet liberty Heaven knows you thrilled
Il pleut du tonnerre j'allume une chandelle avec des eclairs les prairies t'amusent et toi, t'es ma muse oh,oh, I love you so as-tu un gros rhume? prends
Pourquoi Fatima a eu chaud, mon ami? Pourquoi Fatima a eu chaud? Pasqua z?ont failli l?expulser, mon ami, Pasquaz?on failli l?expulser Pourquoi voulaient
[with steve hogarth on vocals and steve rothery on guitar, ] [both from marillion. ] - ("uncovered" show at ronnie scott's jazz club, london - 1/31/95
Guardin' the carcas we stripped and divided To carve up and covet they wait there alone Keepin' the secret the rest have forgotten and starin' in silence
Hear the bells ringing, they're singing that you can be born again Here the bells ringing, they're singing Christ is risen from the dead The angels up
Down, deep down, I'm down, down down, Down, deep down, I'm down, way down Easter woman came today, And took away my wife, Took her through an open