: Dans tout le raffut des musiques Des pianos mecaniques, Des maneges electriques, Un jour, a la fete de Saint-Cloud, Dans un tir, je vois un grand type
: (feat. Adam Levine of Maroon 5) Mr. West [echoes] [Kanye West] Uh, Yeah, Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah [Piano drops] And I heard 'em say, nothin
yo' ass down ?? wanna play it again like he got somethin else to do You ain't got nothin' else to do You ain't doin nothin wit yo life [piano starts]
de Berlin Quel temps fait-il dans ton quartier Il y a la grand'rue De l'herbe dans les magasins Des demi-mots pour oublier L'echo des trains dans la
day And then we laughed because the room sailed away Fancy glitter in the summer arcades Then autumn leaves fall by a winter lane Piano echoes and the
: Millions of blank canvases Paper-white padded walls A piano in the corner of the room And a guinea pig treadmill That goes round (and round and round
those magic cities on the Nile and my Young trials lead me sailing down this stream Of hidden songs and steam and my - Piano it floats and echoes A moonbeam
And that's what the whole thing's all about If it had not been for Lorraine I'd have left here long ago I should have been a musician I love the piano
one baby I loved you so I gotta (Goootta!) Give you up what I'm tryna say is I... {Gotta Let You Go} [Music Ends With Piano And Word Go With Echo]
again Take this back and then, tell a friend Spaces and places you been, time travelin *echoes* Time travelin *echoes* Yo, I was a piano player in my
. Check it out. [e-40] Thangs fine, in the middle of the street, sirens and violens silence Muthafuckas play for keeps, violens and diamonds on my grand piano
Here I sit A vampire at my piano The flames burn glaringly higher And the eyes that stare through the darkness Though they have no form There's
(spoken) Hit it, Dave. (piano starts) Sing what I sing, sing after me Be my echo if you can be Sing yuck, yuck, yuck (music stops as Telly interrupts
Every time I look up at these pictures on the wall I think I hear you calling but there's no one there at all All the rooms are empty, dusty echoes in
down on an iron frame and found myself in Bedlam Escaping from the fingers that were stretching through the bars Wailing echoes down the corridors The player piano
em I'm ready, then you can get the dick of the Eaze, if you can deal with the size But if you can't, parental discretion's advised! {*echoes*} {*bass guitar and piano
with the freedom of a blank stare. You're one with the best friend you lost, You wish was still there. You're one with the dust on that old piano. You
somebody call the doctor Loud machines so foreign to her Sent her splashing red against the wall As her fingers fall In the back a black piano Sits
