Without her

novembro 22, 2009 § Deixe um comentário

I spend the night in a chair thinking she’ll be there
But she never comes
And then I wake up and wipe the sleep from my eyes
And I rise to face another day
Without her

It’s just no good anymore when you walk through the door
To an empty room
And then you go inside and set a table for one, it’s no fun
When you spend the day
Without her, do do do…

We burst the pretty balloon took us to the moon
It’s such a beautiful thing
But it’s ended now
And it sounds like a lie
I said I’d rather die than live without her

Love is a beautiful thing when it knows how to swing
And it moves like a clock
But the hands on the clock tell the lovers to part
And it’s breaking my heart
To have to spend another day without her, do do do…
I spend the night in a chair thinking she’ll be there
But she never comes
And I wake up and wipe the sleep from my eyes
And I rise to face another day
Without her, do do do…
Can’t go on without her
There’s no song without her
It’s all wrong without her
Can’t go on

/fala sério, esse era um cara foda.

1941

novembro 22, 2009 § Deixe um comentário

Well in 1941 a happy father had a son
And by 1944 the father walked right out the door
And in ’45 the mom and son were still alive
But who could tell in ’46 if the two were to survive
Well the years were passing quickly
But not fast enough for him
So he closed his eyes through ’55
And he opened them up again
When he looked around he saw a clown
And the clown seemed very gay
And he set that night to join that circus clown and run away
{Scat solo}
Well he followed every railroad track
An every highway sign
And he had a girl in each new town
And the towns he left behind
And the open road
Was the only road he knew
But the color of his dreams
Slowly turning into blue
The he met a girl the kind of girl
He wanted all his life
She was soft and kind and good to him
So he took her for his wife
And they got a house not far from town
And in a little while
The girl had seen the doctor
And she came home with a smile
Now in 1961 a happy father had a son
And by 1964 the father walked right out the door
And in ’65 the mom and son were still around
But what will happen to the boy
When the circus comes to town?

uma das coisas mais bonitas, mais

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