Red Aston Martin Vanquish V12 sick Red cranberry juice in my vodka [Chorus] Game so violent, give me a backwood, roll a violet Blow the smoke out and
And so once again My dear Johnny my dear friend And so once again you are fighting us all And when I ask you why You raise your sticks and cry, and I
Four strings across the bridge Ready to carry me over Over the quavers, drunk in the bars Out of the realm of the orchestra Out of the realm of the orchestra
Sometimes in the middle of the lonely night No one there to be his friend He'd grab the fiddle and he'd hold it tight The angels there would gather 'round
I remember the Night That sight's still inside On old men's streets Ghosts of never beens Voices of the Violin Cried for many Nights Flames of the mind
Well before you know it he is born, He's looking up through painted bars And he hears a hairy stranger say "He'll learn to play the violin." His mother
I'll play second fiddle to your new love while it lasts Just like all the others I played for in the past Why can't I be a leader and play a leading part
If you're gonna play in Texas You gotta have a fiddle in the band That lead guitar is hot But not for a Louisiana man So rosen up that both faded love
When I woke up it was raining Well, I got soaked When I woke up this morning I was cold and wet and broken I ain't got no destination I'm just gonna
Every time I hear a fiddle and it's cookin' just a little Well it makes me want to jump up and run And if he's sawing with some soul boogie woogie rock
If this old fiddle could talk, if this old fiddle could sing Man if this old fiddle could only talk it could tell You some wondrous things, talk to me
i been playin root-five for most of the night and most of the times, well, i don't really mind but once in awhile i get the chance to shine and look
[The Enchanted Violin] Par espaces immobiles,lointain. Ames lumineuses sont transportees Avec rythme cadence A la derniere demeure, par espaces immobiles
Seems I'm always right behind never first in line A winner maybe I'm not meant to be Number one would be just fine but I guess I'm not that kind Second
Fiddle Set E minor jig (traditional) The Moon Coin (traditional) Shawn's Lament for He is in Hell (Dan Stacey) Limerick Lassies (traditional)
Step into the spotlight Of this traveling show Went across the room Those big blue eyes look in my soul I was singing fatal love How was I to know That
Now the time has come to face, my untold fears Every waking hour, drained me through the years So that I'm not one with myself my strength, my gift
