Lyrics:
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) I can hear Hawaiian drums –
Are they in the orchestra?
(Wizard) No! The orchestra’s the place for the woodwind ace,
Fanfanfan det skulle varit du
Fanfanfan det skulle varit du
Alla klockor, körer
Alla himlens orglar skulle varit för oss
Alla trummor och trumpeter
Alla
Dim chandelier awaken me
To a song dissolved in the dawn
The music hall a costly bow
The music all is lost for now
To a muted trumpeter swan
Columinated
hope and desire
Those thrilling curves made us speed up
No chance to stop at the red light
Mixed hope and trumpeter
hos dig
Jag älskar dig
Håll mitt hjärta hårt
Håll mitt hjärta hårt
Håll mitt hjärta hårt
Håll mitt hjärta hårt
Vänta dig ej trumpeter och fanfarer
Jag
Tranornas sång trumpeter som möts och går isär
Det handlar om träd tallar på torr och mager mark
Skugga av gran
Mossa och kottar överallt
Det handlar om tid
straight to the badlands
Flashing lights illuminate the shades Sirens blare like trumpeter swan songs
Booms aloud this rude awakening
Metal door hinges
it out
Got a sousaphone on my back
It tastes like brass and it tastes like smoke this
Fire hall gives me the creeps
When I hear that trumpeter choke
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
Internal superstitions, Divine Grace, Trumpeter
Allow the beast to feed me, the shine is shining now
Thundering, thundering, louder than before
Clarinets of eve'ry size and trumpeters who'd improvise
A full octave higher than the score
Seventy-six
the trumpeter
Bestowed upon us a voice with a choice
And a tongue kept moist by years of salivating
For oysters, pearls and aphrodisiacs
Locked in an ugly
Med fanor och trumpeter så gjorde du entré
Och viska hemligheter som fick mig till att le
Du fick mig att minnas att världen var grön
Sen blev du min
Minsters and servants
The trumpeters of great vision
East - sickness and death
South - coining and gambling
North - changes of form
West - evil use
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
Juice Juice Juice
Ba’ ge mig lite Juice Juice Juice
Men din mamma säger wo wo woo
trumpeter spelar blu blu blues
Hade kapat av en fo o ot
Ja vet
The trumpeter starts playing taps
The soldiers fire their guns
The folding of the flag
Makes the tears come in a flood
You don't know what you've done
Not
your cigarette"
And I was thinking about a song
That I heard when I was young
And I was wondering 'bout it's trumpeter
How he could get those horns
the Rynek, the mime
Spins a tale or two, breakdancers align
As the trumpeter's call, from St
Mary's, sublime
In Krakow, as the buds break free
We spin tales
than before
Clarinets of every size and trumpeters who'd improvise
A full octave higher than the score
Seventy-six trombones led the big parade
With
krigare till ädlaste dräkt
skall ditt namn aldrig falla i glöm
en färgad rustning ett minne blott
ner i graven sänks
en sista fanfar, trumpeter, gevär
gör
when the words are rolling round your brain
You hear the trumpeters call, and then all of the dogs while the fox just spirits away
One of the old
Wrap the yarn around me
Like a trumpeter swan
In the morning I think
Flying over the dawn
Crying over the sink
Circle under your eyes
Put your weight
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