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Albums:

1789: Les Amants de la Bastille (Hutchinson, Hutch) · 1789: Les Amants de la Bastille (Hutchinson, Hutch) · 1789: Les Amants de la Bastille [Super Deluxe Edition] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Gypsy Nights: Gypsy Music for New Millenium (John Knight) · Spirit of Gypsy: Gypsy Swing (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Gypsy Guitar Masters [Bonus DVD] (Stochelo Rosenberg) · Gypsy Pearl (Angelina Sarantis) · Gypsy Jazz School: Django's Legacy (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Irish Eyes Gypsy Soul (Shelley Neill) · Csárdás: Hungarian Gypsy Music (Ferenc Santa, Jr.) – and 90 other albums »


taught but never learned
All around us anger burns
Guide the future by the past
Long ago the mould was cast 

For they marched up to Bastille Day
La
taught but never learned
All around us anger burns
Guide the future by the past
Long ago the mould was cast 

For they marched up to Bastille Day
La
taught but never learned
All around us anger burns
Guide the future by the past
Long ago the mould was cast 

For they marched up to Bastille Day
La
No one ever calls me here
Traveling by my self these days
I'm into jazz and felt berets
Far from the that old eastern shore
Searching for strange
the scientific rev
Lost their bastille in paris 68
Paternity dyed red
World pornography fall
No floor for the colossus
No divine divan
- on words to rest -
No more
need
Gypsy Songman passing by

Yeah, my whole life is a song and I'll share it with you now
Pickin' and a singin', I'll get by somehow
A dime would help
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)

A young gypsy fell out in a slumber
Heading north with a driver he knew
Someone he'd lived with and trusted
A young
One day a gypsy showed me golden earrings
That he wished to sell.
They had that look of rare and olden earrings
And he swore they'd bring a magic
Well I realizes I've been hypnotized
I love you gypsy eyes
I love you gypsy eyes

All right
Gypsy

Way up in my tree I'm sitting by my fire
Wonderin'
Well I realizes I've been hypnotized 
I love you gypsy eyes
I love you gypsy eyes

All right
Gypsy

Way up in my tree I'm sitting by my fire
I used to be now I'm not what you see, lord I try
And now it seems all those dreams have come true, but they're passing me by
Some fast talkin'
Blazing eyes, bareback horses
And a redhead smile
I'm tempted strongly, strongly tempted
By the call of the wild

Going to the gypsy fair
I'm gonna
to the bone
La vie en rose arpeggios

So the dream begins
And the song is amplified
Buy the beaujolais
On bastille day
He dances in the tide

Chorus:
By
and simple for Gypsy Joe and me 
Now Gypsy was my little dog, I found by the road in a ditch 
And so I named him Gypsy, cause that name just seemed to fit 
Oh
I used to be now I'm not what you see, lord I try
And now it seems all those dreams have come true, but they're passing me by
Some fast talkin'
Now Gypsy was my little dog I found by the road in a ditch
And so I named him Gypsy cause that name just seemed to fit
Oh and Joe he was my man he was
There's a story the gypsies know is true
That when your love wears golden earrings
He belongs to you
An old love story that's known to very few
But
I used to be now I'm not what you see, lord I try
And now it seems all those dreams have come true, but they're passing me by
Some fast talkin'
I always will remember Gypsy Wheeler
I used to see him ride by every day
Gypsy was a small town wheeler dealer
'Til he gave it up and just rode
and by
That should keep you on your toes

They got a gun at your head
But you ain't necessarily playing their game
They can't resist
A Gypsy's Kiss
and by
That should keep you on your toes

They got a gun at your head
But you ain't necessarily playing their game
They can't resist
A gypsy's kiss
lady-o
And the people in the town
They would not look round
To see me go running-o
On the trail of the Enchanted Gypsy-o

His caravan
Was painted by hand
To see what it's costing

We will debauch and debase them
Then be sickened by their sins
Blank books and baby bastilles
Will follow hollow hymns

In
There's a story the gypsies know is true
That when your love wears golden earrings
She belongs to you
An old love story that's known to very few
There's a story the gypsies know is true
That when your love wears golden earrings
She (He) belongs to you
An old love story that's known to very