Lyrics:
and greeting you is always an armful
"oceans of love" crinkling in your eyes
neck white and eager
My Trumpeter Swan
Gliding through the ferns the fronds
We
underground and live like a mole
Ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma mad trumpeter
Uuh-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma mad trumpeter...
The ocean is the sewer, he's pissing in the pool
The trumpeter says he's going to save my soul
Well I ain't no drunk, does a drunk think he
But he bellows gold and he's rough as the sea
Those big black eyes are
and he called for his bowl
And he called for his trumpeters three
Now every trumpeter had a fine trumpet
And a very fine trumpet had she
Oh there's
a trumpeter
Whose name was Andrew Lammie
And he had the art to gain the heart
O' Mill o' Tyfty's Annie
Lord Fyvie he rode by the door
Where lived Tifty's
Pukor och trumpeter, det är cirkus i stan
Flaggor och fanfarer, kom hit alla barn
Tältet står där på fotbollsplan
Och vi får skratta hela dan
Kom se
Pukor och trumpeter det är cirkus i stan
Flaggor och fanfarer kom hit alla barn
Tältet står där på fotbollsplan
Och vi får skratta hela dan
Kom se
Freddie, our good man
Play for us a little bit
Blow it as we please
We'll call you but don't stay here.
Oh Trumpeter Freddie
New again
Freddie, our good man
Play for us a little bit
Blow it as we please
We'll call you but don't stay here.
Oh Trumpeter Freddie
New again
på trumman
För killen
Nu rullar stjärnan in
Blås i trumpeter
För killen
Han säger godnatt
Till snälla små barn
Han vinkar adjö
Till snälla små barn
saknad
Ser jag en vacker bild
Jag ser bilden av henne
Som lärde mig leva igen
Det var på Golden Gate
Vi trodde vi var i himlen då
Det var tusen trumpeter
trumpeter
To make them dance as fairies, oh, to make them sing along
So close to fever pitch and oh so close to happiness
I'm tempted by their flesh oh I
the Jumbotron
Find a new place to stay
And a new home for the trumpeter swan
We can see it now, the scratches
On the back of the door
We can see it now, no
Cursed soul bred by the fallen angel of doom will return
Beyond the blackened burning skies
7th trumpeter awakened by eternal eclipse and low
me down to the Rose Parade?
Won't you follow me down to the Rose Parade?
The trumpeter's obviously been drinking
'Cause he's fucking up even
me down to the Rose Parade?
Won't you follow me down to the Rose Parade?
The trumpeter's obviously been drinking
'Cause he's fucking up even
trumpeters three
Ev'ry trumpeter had a fine trumpet,
And a very fine trumpet had he.
Oh there's none so rare as can compare
With King Cole and his trumpeters
It begins with a blessing
And it ends with a curse;
Making life easy,
By making it worse;
My mask is my Master,
The trumpeter weeps,
But his
Landet trummar på med pukor och trumpeter
Välfärd klingar orden men ingen vet vad grannen heter
Inte heller vad dom gör om dom inte bråkar och stör
flute players and trumpeters
Glee over her
Heaven and saints and apostles and prophets
As GOD judges her
Harpists and minstrels, flute players
(Trumpeter) I can hear Hawaiian drums –
Are they in the orchestra?
(Wizard) No! The orchestra’s the place for the woodwind ace,
vacker bild
Jag ser bilden av henne som lärde mig leva igen
Det var på Golden Gate vi trodde vi var i himlen då
det var tusen trumpeter Champagne och
you to death
Sounds of sex
Forsake the heartache
Lying in wait for a new testament
Always afraid
Keep an eye on a trumpeter swan
And I knew it's a sin
Å jag tänkte mig en cirkus den allra finaste som getts
Röda lampor kring manegen tre trumpeter en trapets
Akrobater i paljetter direktörer i kostym
Discuss these Trumpeter Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In