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Vendredi 8 juillet 2005 5 08 /07 /Juil /2005 00:00

 

Child in time

Sweet child in time,you'll see the line

the line that's drawn between the good and the bad

see the blind man,he's shooting at the world

the bullets flying,they're taking toll.

If you've been bad,Lord i bet you have

and you've not been hit by flying lead

you'd better close your eyes

you'd better bow your head

wait for the ricochet

oooh

I'm crying for yoy day and night

Oooh

aaah

I wanna hear you say

Aaah

Sweet child in time,you'll see the line

the line that's drawn between the good of us and the bad of us

see the blind man,he's shooting at the world

the bullets flying,they're killing everyone

if you've been bad,Lord i bet you have

and you've not been hit by flying lead

you'd better close your eyes

you'd better bow your head

wait for the ricochet

oooh

I wanna be inside you

Oooh

Aaah

I gotta hear you sing

Aaah

 

Smoke on the water

We all came out to Montreux

On the Lake Geneva shoreline

To make records with a mobile

We didn't have much time

Frank Zappa and the Mothers

Were at the best place around

But some stupid with a flare gun

Burned the place to the groune

Smoke on the water, fire in the sky

They burned down the gambling house

It died with an awful sound

Funky Claude was running in and out

Pulling kids out the ground

When it all was over

We had to find another place

But Swiss time was running out

It seemed that we would lose the race

Smoke on the water, fire in the sky

We ended up at the Grand Hotel

It was empty cold and bare 

But with the Rolling truck Stones thing just outside

Making our music there

With a few red lights and a few old beds

We make a place to sweat

No matter what we get out of this

I know we'll never forget

Smoke on the water, fire inthe sky

 

Highway star

Nobody gonna take my car
L'm gonna race it to the ground
Nobody gonna beat my car
It's gonna break the speed of sound
Ooh it's a killing machine It's got everything
Like a driving power big fat tires and everything

I love it and I need it I bleed it
Yeah it's a wild hurricane
Alright hold tight
I'm a highway star

Nobody gonna take my girl
I'm gonna keep her to the end
Nobody gonna have my girl
She stays close on every bend.
Ooh she's a killing machine
She's got everything
Like a moving mouth, body control and everything

I Love her I need her I seed her
Yeah she turns me on
Alright hold tight
I'm a highway star

Nobody gonna take my head
I got speed inside my brain
Nobody gonna steal my head
Now that I'm on the road again
Ooh I'm in heaven again I've got everything
Like a moving ground an open road and everything

I love it', I need it', I seed it
Eight cylinders all mine
Alright hold tight
I'm a highway star (x4)

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