I'm just a scarecrow without you
Baby, please don't disappear
I beg your pardon, dear
I got a bottle for a trumpet
And a hatbox for a drum
And I beg your pardon, dear
I got upset, I lost my head
I didn't mean the things I said
You are the landscape of my dreams
Darling, I beg your pardon
I'd give you Boardwalk and Park Place
And all of my hotels
I beg your pardon, dear
Please don't go back to St. Louis
Can't you tell that I'm sincere
I beg your pardon, dear
PS. It's worthwhile to click on the 2 images and 2 links !!!
:)
2 comments:
Ωραίες οι επιλογές σου φίλε μου, για αρρωστάκια με τη μουσική σαν και μένα.
Καληνυχτα.
Αγαπητή e-φίλη, ο Aldous Huxley, το θέτει πολύ όμορφα στο Music At Night - And Other Essays:
“After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.”
Xαίρομαι που σου αρέσουν οι μουσικές επιλογές μου ...
Χαιρετώ με ένα εκπληκτικό LP του Tom Waits:
The Heart of Saturday Night
:)
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