: It's so hot in here Oh, it's so hot, and I need some air. Oh boy, don't stop 'cos I'm halfway there It's not complicated, we're just syncopated
: Times were good, She never thought about the future, she just did what she would But she really cared About her music, it all seemed so important
: I am the one who guided you this far, All you know and all you feel. Nobody must know my name For nobody would understand, And you kill what you
: I'm one of many, I speak for the rest but I don't understand Tonight tonight, oh tonight, tonight He brings another day another night, another fight
: There must be some misunderstanding There must be some kind of mistake I waited in the rain for hours You were late Now it's not like me to say
: I held the book so tightly in my hands, saw your picture, heard you call my name There was something strange, I could not look away I wanted to be
: No cloud, a sleepy calm, Sunbaked earth that's cooled by gentle breeze, And trees with rustling leaves, Only endless days without a care, Nothing
: There's nothing here that I can understand And no one cares I'm a lonely man I touch your face and I don't know why I call your name but you're
: All I need is a TV show, that and the radio Down on my luck again, down on my luck again I can show you I can show you some of the people in my life
: Instrumental
: Wake up now, this is the time you've waited for. Far below, where shadown fester as they grow, An army thousands strong, obsessed by right and wrong
: Please don't ask me how I feel, I feel fine Oh I cry a bit, don't sleep too good, but I'm fine When can I see you? When can I touch you? Again
ai trois annees Duke, Basie et Louis vous avez compris matin en me reveillant le soir en me couchant et meme en dormant je les entend en revant Duke,
: [Instrumental]
: Out here in nothin' engulfed by the sea And there's no one here 'cept these fishes and me I think I could die here Then I'm hit, leveled hard by the
. Put your Dukes up, John (Change your tune and change your hair) Put your Dukes up, John (Or you?re not going anywhere) Put your Dukes up, John (Change
here are some of music's pioneers That time will not allow us to forget For there's Basie, Miller, Satchmo And the king of all Sir Duke And with a voice
