land. Where surely life was sweet. On the rising tide to New York City. Did they ride into the street See the glory. Oftheroyal scam They are hounded down to the bottom of a bad town. Amid the
Song Barcelona - (Friends Until The End) - Russell Watson, . Pino Palladino, Robbie McIntosh, John Savannah, . Geoff Dugmore, The Metro Voices, William Hayward, . Shaun Ryder, Royal Philharmonic
. It's the most wonderful time ofthe year. With the kids jingle belling. And everyone telling you "Be of good cheer". It's the most wonderful time ofthe year. It's the hap-happiest season of all
). Don preston (electric piano). Arthur tripp (drums, percussion). Jimmy carl black (drums). Members ofthe bbc symphony orchestra (while theorchestra plays like it or not, motorhead rummages on stage
). Don preston (electric piano). Arthur tripp (drums, percussion). Jimmy carl black (drums). Members ofthe bbc symphony orchestra (roy sings melody) All. Boooooh
). Don preston (electric piano). Arthur tripp (drums, percussion). Jimmy carl black (drums). Members ofthe bbc symphony orchestra (jimmy carl, motorhead, roy & bunk are reunited by dons sentimental
. To taste the sweet and sour. The pattern juggler lifts his hand. Theorchestra begin. As slowly turns the grinding wheel. In the court ofthe crimson king. On soft grey mornings widows cry. The wise
Moonlight Cocktail. Glenn Miller & his Orchestra. Words by Kim Gannon. Music by Lucky Roberts #1 from week of February 28, 1942 to week of May 2, 1942 Couple of jiggers of moonlight and add a star
you. 0042. 490I don't even care that much. 0044. 850I just wanna see the day when I don't think of you. 0049. 380I don't wanna get with you, baby. 0051. 190I just wanna give you up. 0053. 950I just
In midnight guise these cobalt eyes. Pierce the indigo skies. In tearing through a Prussian army. Hence theroyal hue. Forget-me-nots and violet plains weep titanium chains. Of sapphire days and
It's raining in my head. But no tears come down. And I'm dreaming of you. Until sleep comes around. Sleep comes down sleep comes down. Sleep comes down sleep comes down. The orchestra's playing
It's raining in my head. But no tears come down. And I'm dreaming of you. Until sleep comes around. Sleep comes down sleep comes down. Sleep comes down sleep comes down. The orchestra's playing
what they're sayin'. Yeah, just listen to the blues, people. Listen to the way they're playin' They tell me life's an empty scene. An avenue of broken dreams. The night life, yeah, it ain't no good
