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We've found 78 lyrics, 3 artists, and 10 albums matching promenade by aeoliah:


Albums:

Promenade (Werner Müller) · Promenade (Street Sweeper Social Club) · Promenade with Duke (Michel Petrucciani) · Live on the 3rd. St. Promenade (The Jazz Poets Trio) · Promenade (Peter White) · Promenade Française (William Sheller) · Promenade Française (William Sheller) · Promenade with Duke (Michel Petrucciani) · Promenade (The Divine Comedy) · Golden Gate Promenade (Butch Waller)


Lead off with the Cotton-Eyed Joe
Buckin' winged, and heel and toe
Hold me close for the Pecos Promenade
Big sign hangin' by the door
Sawdust
Lead off with the Cotton-Eyed Joe
Buckin' winged and heel and toe
Hold me close for the Pecos Promenade

Big sign hangin' by the door
Sawdust
Promenade 
Lead me from tortured dreams 
Childhood themes of nights alone. 
Wipe away endless years, 
Childhood tears as dry as stone. 
From
Promenade 
Lead me from tortured dreams 
Childhood themes of nights alone. 
Wipe away endless years, 
Childhood tears as dry as stone. 
From
"Here come the redcoats 
With their coats all red
All along
All along
All along the promenade
The promenade"
That would've been good

Instead you
Lady dancing on a Tulip
Pirouetting in the sunset
Let me be your next cigarette.
Church bells, played by a penguin
Bearded priest who walks like
to smile

`Cause you know that I'm about to servin'
Christmas dinner country style
Christmas dinner country style

Everybody's sittin' by your head
to smile

`Cause you know that I'm about to servin'
Christmas dinner country style
Christmas dinner country style

Everybody's sittin' by your head
smilin' down on everything we do

With great big harvest moon
And happy lover's too
While sweethearts promenade 2 by 2
Look at you look at me
We're
you gotta promenade now 
You gotta promenade, mama who who do you love 
Ah who do you love, who do you love 
Who do you love, who do you love
know why I feel so penniless inside"

She's on the promenade
She's looking for a dress
She's locked outside a world
Just a Manchester girl

Oh,
A vagabond, a star
The slayer of mediocrity
Of every sacred cow
You were beautiful then, sweet angel
You’re way more beautiful now

By water’s edge
This summer will be different I will move across the town
Promenade above the beach until my face turns brown
With my hands in my pockets
Resident supported by the speaker view
Want to feel it in your shoe
Let me show you how

Platform
Witnesses
Witnesses, show you to my show-lab
Fill
a compass on the promenade
Gangs assemble in the old arcade
By looking cool we thought we had it made

* repeat

We ran wildly against the tide
Nothing much
why I feel so penniless inside"

She's on the promenade
She's looking for a dress
She's locked outside a world
Just a Manchester girl

Oh, I'll meet you
shit cookin on the stove but crack
This is the bat this hell begat
'cause bosses are cleptomaniacs

Two by two
Promenade
Duck from a B1 bomber raid
Ain't
shacks
Ain't shit cookin' on the stove but crack
This is the bat this hell begat
Cause bosses are kleptomaniacs

Two by two
Promenade
Duck from a B1
picking a fight
You were only complimenting the waitress

Give us a room with a mountain view
A tiny cabana by the water
Yeah, by the water
And I got
the bottom of your shoes
Chorus
Oh me, oh my, how she makes that bowhair fly
How she hangs that music (crystal) in the air

Promenade down to the lonesome
I live and die by the hot and cold in strangers' eyes
But danger lies behind the tape across my door
I know a place where angels lace the lemonade
Skip, skip,skip to my lou
Skip, skip, skip to my lou
Skip, skip, skip to my lou

Put on your Sunday, go to meetin'
And I'll take you by the hand
Dorothy was a waitress on the promenade
She worked the night shift
Dishwater blonde, tall and fine
She got a lot of tips

Well, earlier I'd been
on the promenade and
The gamblin' commission's hangin' on by the skin of its teeth

Everything dies baby that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday
on the promenade and
the gamblin' commission's hangin' on by the skin of its teeth

CHORUS:
Everything dies baby that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies