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I tried to do handstands for you...I tried to do handstands for you,
I tried to do handstands for you,
everytime I fell you on yeah everytime I fell...
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I tried to do handstands for you I tried to do headstands for you Everytime I fell you on yeah everytime I fell I tried to do handstands for you But everytime I fell for you I'm permanently black and blue, permanently blue for you I tried to do handstands for you I tried to do headstands for you Everytime I fell on you yeah everytime I fell I tried to do handstands but everytime I fell for you I'm permanently black and blue, permanently blue for I grabbed some frozen strawberries so I could ice your bruisy knees But frozen things they all unfreeze and now I taste like All those frozen strawberries I used to chill your bruisy knees, Hot July ain't good to me I'm pink and black and blue I got bruises on my knees for you And grass stains on my knees for you Got holes in my new jeans for you Got pink and black and blue I carry the sun in the golden cup, the moon in the silver bag
Carla Bruni Tedeschi Carla Bruni Tedeschi was born the 23rd of December 1968, in Turin, Italy. Carla Bruni Tedeschi was born the 23rd of December 1968, in Turin, Italy. The heiress of a tire manufacturing fortune, Bruni's family moved from their native Italy to Paris, France, when she was four.Before fulfilling her childhood dream of becoming a professional singer and songwriter, Carla Bruni had already been included on Business Age's list of the 20 highest-paid models.
Before long Bruni had the urge to create herself. “I also started writing from a very young but it was usually poetry and then I’d write little melodies but never use them with lyrics. Then I started putting everything together. It was like a puzzle.”
“The record is very French, I suppose,” says Bruni. “And many people say that it’s very chanson française but to me it’s really a folk record, I really like simple songs with arrangements. There is space in simplicity. And it can be used really effectively.”
Those Dancing Days Are Gone
《No Promises》
Come, let me sing into your ear Those dancing days are gone All that silk and satin gear Crouch upon a stone Wrapping that foul body up In as foul a rag I carry the sun in a golden cup The moon in a silver bag Curse as you may I sing it through What matter if the knave That the most could pleasure you The children that he gave Are somewhere sleeping like a top Under a marble flag I carry the sun in a golden cup The moon in a silver bag I thought it out this very day Noon upon the clock A man may put pretence away Who leans upon a stick May sing, and sing until he drop Whether to maid or hag I carry the sun in a golden cup The moon in a silver bag Isobel Campbell Isobel Campbell (born on April 27, 1976) is a Scottish singer, cellist and composer in the indie and folk genres. She is often labelled as "twee pop".The song below is chosen from the album 《Ballad of the Broken Sea》 which was released in November 2006 and continued the folk-based approach of Ballad of the Broken Seas.
Little girl have I told you I'm not saying I love you I'm so weary and lonesome do you wanna come walk with me? do you wanna come walk with me? little girl have I told you from the mountains to the valley do you wanna come walk with me? do you wanna come walk with me? along the wall
Along the wall--Leigh Nash If You ask me to come I'll Say Go If you say you love me I'll say sure if you say so. Whatever you tell me I wont believe you and if you try and try to make me. oohh i would like to know which one is willing to lose All along the wall between us I see a teacher there for us I look at the wall and see right through it I lean on the wall, there for us There is a door, where i am standing Without a key, without a clue Without you, i am wondering... Wondering about you. It's a cold cold nigh Are you gonna call me Tell me about.. how i go on and on.. about you Being how it used to be. How it's all about me. I would like to know Who is the wounded one Which one will make the move Which one is willing to lose You're my heaven, and my feet the only sound You're the shaddow in my mind I am hollow all the time not going anywhere
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