C'est près d'un' gouttière à matous
Dans un' mansarde de n'importe où
A Montparnasse
Que j'suis v'nue au mond' sur les toits
Et que j'ai pour la premièr' fois
Ouvert les chass...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Fréhel
There are pictures on the piano,
Pictures of the family,
Mostly my kids but there's an old
Picture of you and me.
You were five and I was six
In 1952
That was forty years ago
How c...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Loudon Wainwright III
Happy birthday, Elvis;
You're not really dead.
It's a lie, it's just a crock,
Something some people said.
I heard a cassette of you speaking
On a telephone;
From a bunker beneath G...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Loudon Wainwright III
Did we settle this with riffs and words that meant the world to us? See how we run? Arent we two blind mice? Heres the words I never said since your teary dismay. See how you run a...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Eleventh He Reaches London
Theyre swarming, theyre swarming like Valkyries on Valhalla. Theyre swarming, theyre swarming as your body lays there complete! Oh we are! The truest of the vile. The sleeping swar...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Eleventh He Reaches London
As much as it hurts to taint this stereo with complaints but hear me out. Although youve heard it all before, yeah youve heard this all before. Oh shit, misdirection on a tangent p...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Eleventh He Reaches London
Open that bottle, send the cork across the sky. Through irrelevant celebrations like a friend leaving us behind. To take our mind off the suffocating loss of dependence we relied o...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Eleventh He Reaches London
You sit at a desk and you squirm in a chair
You stretch out on a couch, you could fall asleep there
But you lie in your bed and you try not to think
You put on your bathrobe and yo...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Loudon Wainwright III
He needs help with his social conflictions made simple by the boy with no heart! He needs a purpose so roll your eyes here comes the picture we drew. He needs a part, he needs love...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Eleventh He Reaches London
Mother liked her white wine, When she was alive.She was desperate to live,But her limit was five.Carefully, I'd kiss her and send off to bed,We always stuck to white wine,We stayed...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Loudon Wainwright III