(Sandy Denny) Roses are red, and violets are blue Primroses pale on a velvet green hue Warm summer days by cool waterfalls Like the music we hear Those
really get it, this HQ is alive and alone, no driveway no sign of a home, no dial tone, no line for the phone, no world's tiniest violin song, and i
cannot be hurt By anything this wicked world has done 'Cause I hear violins I hear violins I hear violins I hear violins (Center of the sun) I hear ...violins
I cannot be hurt By anything this wicked world has done 'Cause I hear violins I hear violins I hear violins I hear violins Center of the sun I hear violins
in a rage of rainbow violence Till my bare nerves, they sing Like the strings of a violin And the room seeps into a savage silence Soaked in colours, red
sparkling jewel Sunfair Blinds me, she's hysterical Sunfair Finds my heart breakable Sunfair Burns me down Delia had hot pink fingernails Gray armor, bright red shoes and a violin
on the trigger and Nashville in my sights I'm the real thing and I sing songs about real life Chorus: And I never heard a fiddle called a violin Never
Ever since I was young I wanted to be somethin' like what I am We promote violins, yeah, check me out We promote violins, E-Swiftulaus, Kurupt Young
a wife and son. This would make Blaine mad The ill neglect from his mom and dad Infuriates him to see blood red The only relief from the pain. Ignite
red sky I'll leave you all alone in the blood red sky Leave you all alone Sky Blood red sky Blood red sky Blood red sky (Violin solo) Stained glass
compose myself, I needed time to think No sooner had I settled down, the moaning came again Drifting through the silence like some otherworldly violin
, 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