, I'm the fly on the shit I'm the motherfuckin, concrete-crushing torpedo I'm that loud, hard [thumping sound] that killed the mosquito I'm the motherfuckin red
about her face Who do you think you are? The tres bon mots, you almost quote From your quiver of literary darts A thousand or so tuneless violins Thrilling
Roses are red Violets are blue Primrose is pale On the velvet green hue Warm summer days Like cool water falls Like music we hear Those things we'll
lowered in. francesco watches it land near his window. he exits the bungalow with a can of crisco and a violin case. n pantomime, he cautiously int Ts
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals) Ray white (rhythm guitar, vocals) Eddie jobson (keyboards, violin, vocals) Patrick o'hearn (bass, vocals) Terry bozzio
A passionate hour's never a wasted one The violin, the poet's hand Every thawing heart plays your theme with care Kiss while your lips are still red
they can't win neither the sun nor the dark chorus we're putting the red lighter into your heart so give us your ok to set it on fire the violins you
And love is a rainbow curving down from the sky Falling crystals of colour, shades of warm that never die Red melodies burning still lead me to the night
better wait for me No, I wouldn't go out alone Without warm water in my head All I see is black and white and red I feel mechanical and thin Hear me play my violin
grows It came from the backstreet Rock and Roll And the healing has begun That's where it come from man I want you to put on your, your old summer red
Lueurs 6:11 3. Tristessa 2:02 4. Opal Vault 3:18 5. Tears of Sorrow 9:52 6. Red Script
you that day I tried to get you that ring. I said "Baby, it's Jerry, my cell phone is dead. I need you, I'm freezing my cheeks are rose red." So you
roses are red violets are blue i wanna write you poetry and tell you how much i love you but I can't find the words no I can't find the words I could
red The number was six Now you're in my head No more to convince I know that I am yours and you will be mine Come and join us in the trenches Red and
When you're broken from the break up, and those cold tears smear your makeup, and you're wishing he made sure you were dead when he left 16 sutures on
a fading plastic sun I cry to breathe your odour by my side afraid a tear could fall and dry... a summer a drying fish an aimless frown indifferent words
your backup plans. Until you listen, be satisfied it's all you have. And until that day. I'll steal you flowers from the cemetery, red roses. Red rows
you better wait for me No, I wouldn't go out alone Without warm water in my head All I see is black and white and red I feel mechanical and thin Hear me play my violin