knew you are the one I'm waiting for A Violet Dream Always there all around me You will hear me calling out your name So loud I can This Violet Dream
that Apologize to my fam, I got you all dressing in black (I hear ya) A long line family and friends they signing in My niece singing solo organs and violins
boulders The sun climbs up to a razor Violins, new boots and numbers on a chain All good soldiers All good soldiers Fall in line when they march and
Wear the crown made of thorns on the day I was born By the light of a cold television And I remember the boss in his uniform As he marched from the field
lived your lie Unaware of what was to come A silent whisper, my final call Slowly marching... towards The death, such a relief Uncloud the sky for me Violins
I should go to drastic measures Steal enormous works of art Write a piece for eighteen violins It's no march But it's a start Rub their eyes and wake
has got The rocking boogie woogie fiddle country blues I met a man from Tennessee, this is what he said to me He said, "Music is a rhapsody" He picked up his violin
has got The rocking Boogie Woogie Fiddle Country Blues I met a man from Tennessee, this is what he said to me He said music is a rhapsody He picked up his violin
from your scenery. we'll take what the fuck we want! suck your seasons indefinitely. oh, there's a field inside your face with breezes sweet as chardonnay, violins
The melody moves silently into the bones Go! Go! Go! Bop bop shu bop [nonsense} He has closed his eyes In his blood a battle rages An army marches
to come inside Between his throat and forearm The melody travels softly in the bones He has closed his eyes A battle rages in his blood An army marches
l'amour qui fait ca Viola Non ne crois pas que c'est l'amour, c'est l'amour, c'est l'amour qui veut ca Viola Coulet: Dans les vies de Viola Aux enfants
TAKE A MOMENT AND LIVE Dedicated to my late Grand Mother: Mrs. Sarah Harper (Mother Harper)! Sunrise August 11, 1915 ? Sun Set March 26, 2008 Credits
razor, violins, new boots, and numbers on a chain, all good soldiers all good soldiers fall in line, when they march and shout are a spectacle, marching
for that Apologize to my fam I got you all dressing in black (I hear ya) A long line family and friends they signing in My niece singing solo organs and violins
Well they crowned me with thorns on the day I was born By the light of a cold television And I remember the boss in his uniform As he marched from the
(Frank Zappa & Jean-Luc Ponty) [Paramount Studios, LA probably February-March, 1973 engineer: Kerry McNab FZ bouzouki Jean-Luc Ponty baritone violin
