Little Instruments The Constantines

Mercy little rocker, bleeding guitars Went out chasing landmarks fell asleep at the bar Swinging with the sweet rogues down at Club Charity Always dressed to the teeth, always in heat Beyond them naked

You Are A Conductor The Constantines

Useless secrets, beat your wings There's a little good in everything You are a conductor It's a giant step going out Reeling in jungles of doubt You are a conductor Shamble on, anarchy, battles to come

No Ecstasy The Constantines

'neath a beehive But you've been wading in them dirty waters Since you were thirteen years Running with that lonely crowd Crying them dirty tears Thirteen, broke your last baby tooth Fourteen, joined the

Steal This Sound The Constantines

File those nails and clip those wings Cause it's curtains for the cretins when they cut these strings It's some missionary complex that keeps me testifying It's time we steal these pennies back from the

Arizona The Constantines

This is a song about the death of Danny Rapp And that great gospel jest called rock and roll Some modern spirit Wounded and sober Here's the hunger of a generation And another ritual surrender Another

Fun with Instruments 베베핀

I’m a little drummer Who loves to play the drum all day long Wow! Ok, here we go! Boom-di, boom-di, boom-di, boom! Boom-di, boom! Boom-di, boom! Boom-di, boom-di, boom-di, boom!

Hyacinth Blues The Constantines

Raise the grey flags Ink the trenchant ballads The retail mob is bleating At the latest dead sensation The cretinous crowd is salting the sores Rejects at the trough Vulture the corpse Under suspicion

Thieves The Constantines

Sweating it out in my room Barefoot and unbuttoned to the waist The street car runs all night And I can't wait So meet me down behind the abattoir With the last of the summer kings Meet me down at the

Some Party The Constantines

This is some party a capacity crowd on some fifty fourth story A mile above the lowly stations and any honest crime Sick with the stars consolidating on the vine I'll play the witness, every line here

To The Lullabies The Constantines

You sing like dynamite tonight As we race through downtown financial sectors glowing And we serenade with car alarms Nearly found ourselves buried beneath the powerlines Or tied down But we move like the

Seven A.M. The Constantines

We're paperless Won't document this Under surveillance Reconnaissance The nation of the sleeping And its promotions We slip beneath the marquee In a car named Anadyr Hiding beneath the streetlights By

Young Offenders The Constantines

Curse the corpses, call in the futurists This is the ballad of the young offenders Leave no manifestos, save graffiti in the train yard These legs were made to run When the dares pick a victim The railhead

The Long Distance Four The Constantines

Let the Parisian crowd stand and shout Let the audience in the riot drown the players out That scene is long since vacant All the great halls have been washed out This is no broken promise, no national

Working Full-Time The Constantines

The sun was coming up Soldiers of light storming my brain Day, have I the guts to greet you Alarm clock tomorrow, cradle to the grave Working full time Vigilant people in the cult of enterprise, lean into

Justice The Constantines

When your words won't do no justice And you've been led by the tusk To the aid of a friend who's down a busted To a sister who's lost the lust This is the Easter of your skin, son This is the making of

Hotline Operator The Constantines

this life is blessed When against your hand My pulse can rise and rest Sing dissemblers Sing Lazarus Stand on ceremony For us with lust it's only motivation Hotline operator Rolling Blackouts, put out the

Love In Fear The Constantines

On the weird winds of Ontario Came worry sailing strange and low And we laid under the heavy sheets to love to spite the strange winds blowing To lust with raging lungs What hangs above when we love in

Draw Us Lines The Constantines

Starhawk in a street ritual Pleas from Herald Square to the heavens Earth and seas Let the hand move its people And draw us lines from our fiery designs Unknown unknowns Let all our gardens grow And overtake

Saint You The Constantines

Sweet girl in the diamond cut dress She's the queen of the broken hearts I'm going to milk that posison tongue And go blind in the lovers' march Who you calling on Who's callin' you I'm soaked in kerosene

Lizaveta The Constantines

Lizaveta, we stood together in the pissing rain Your skin was showing through your shirt You said, 'Lover, let's run for cover' I said, 'Lover, wait Stay here and I'll give up all I'm worth' It's good

Soon Enough The Constantines

Years from now, they will make water from The reservoirs of our idiot tempers Soon enough, work and love will make a man out of you Through and through Your gentleman father would pray for a daughter As

Good Nurse The Constantines

On the ground floor of a human tower There's a concession open twenty four hours And there's a woman with a good mind Who knows that no one ever lived in a healthy time Good nurse Gentle woman Sheryl Lynne

Windy Road The Constantines

It's true that the sky was filled with dust and silver Waves of light across a crooked highway The ocean in a silver flask Best get new dreams, these old dreams won't last This is not your home Leave this

ALL THESE INSTRUMENTS Nick Hakim

Darlin', what's the deal now?

Islands In The Stream Feist, The Constantines

painEvery beat of my heartWe got somethin' goin' onTender love is blindIt requires a dedicationAll this love we feelNeeds no conversationWe ride it together, ah-ahMakin' love with each other, ah-ahIslands in the

No Money Makers Julie Doiron

No money makers, no promise breakers People might have to dig for gold People might line up just to hold Onto a dream I had about love Where there was you and there was me And there were the little ones

Let’s Play Musical Instruments 주니토니

Jingle, jingle tambourine Clangy, clangy triangle Clap, clap castanets Rattle, rattle maracas Now play them to the rhythm. Let’s play a fun song! Rat-a-tat-tat! Rat-a-tat! Ding-dong!

Burn The Flames Roky Erickson

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 no need for alarm So burn, so burn Burn the flames higher

HAPPY SAD  (Instruments) HUS (허밍어반스테레오)

웃는 나는 널 보고 무뚝뚝한 넌 어디를 향했을까 궁금하지만 물어볼 수 없었다 내가 울어버릴 말을 할 것 같아서 그런 당신을 축하해 줘야 하네 그렇게 이리도 행복할 거였다면 휘청 거리던 나를 잠시나마 조금은 더 사랑해 줄 수는 있잖아요석양 탓을 하는 붉은 내 얼굴과 심장덥석 잡은 손에서 떨림을내 마음이 전달되면 좋겠어요너와 눈이 마주칠 때마다너를 좋아한...

A wind instrument that sounds through one's breath 이지선

Listen to the sound of wind instruments coming in Can you hear the sound of flute? Listen to the clarinet and oboe sound Trumpet trombone Listen to the tuba Horn and Bassoon are wind instruments

Pat - A - Pan David Archuleta

Guillo, prends ton tambourin, Toi, prends ta flute, Robin Au son de ces instruments Tu-re-lu-re-lu, pat-a-pat-a-pan Au son de ces instruments Je dirai Noel, gaiement. Willie, bring your little drum.

Soul Mining The The

Your floating down a tunnel - in a little wooden box. Your cold & your lonely & enveloped in fog.

Only Copernicus Joy Electric

Telescope, I see you have a vision for me Nights spent in solitude of discovery I don't know if I have the courage to speak Of what I've discovered Only Copernicus Measurements of magnificence Only Copernicus

New Potato Caboose Grateful Dead

New Potato Caboose Last leaf fallen bare earth where green was born, Black Madonna two eagles hang against a cloud, Sun comes up blood red wind yells among the stone, All graceful instruments are

New Potato Caboose (2013 Remaster) The Grateful Dead

Last leaf fallen bare earth where green was born Black Madonna two eagles hang against a cloud Sun comes up blood red wind yells among the stone All graceful instruments are known When the windows all

What are the stringed instruments? 이지선

Let me hear the violin Let me hear the viola hit it from da base with the cello Double bass, hit‘em with that deep sound Violin makes kingkangking kang Viola makes bungbungbungbung Cello makes Deep timbre

PALM OF YOUR HAND Buzzcocks

won't be weak there's little more to it than just jerking around i'm hungry for the most perfect of needs my craving feeds at the palm of your hand my temperature shoots up to one hundred degrees it's

Purcell: Come, ye sons of art, away (1694) Ode for the Birthday of Queen Mary II - Come, ye sons of art, away Michael Chance 외 3명

come, come, ye sons of art, come, come, a-way come, come, ye sons of art, come, come, a-way tune all your voices, and instruments play, to celebrate, to celebrate this triumphant day tune all your voices

Improvised The Presidents Of The United S

On the little back porch it's about to fall apart So I think I might repair it, just as I'm thinkin about repairin' it Some little friends come along with some two-string, one string No string guitars

World Is An Orchestra 이상은(Leetz..

The world is a wide and huge ocean It's made of tears and sweat of thousand years In the night, the stars come out to guard us from darkness In the day, the sun comes out to take care and grow us up

The World Is An Orchestra 이상은

The world is a wide and huge ocean It's made of tears and sweat of thousand years In the night, the stars come out to guard us from darkness In the day, the sun comes out to take care and grow us up

Snakes Among Us Bane

째 choose to do this the hard way but we scream our lungs and we raise our glasses to all the girls, and all the boys with the first five minutes of a war always at their sides (and like the man said?

Boat Song Woodkid

We packed our bags and said farewell Untied the knot and raised the sail We threw our hearts into the sea Forgot all of our memories The wind was sweet and smelled of home The sea was rough and felt unknown

Close (KC Two) Matt Pond PA

The braid from your hair Rested on your shoulder Shown in the green light From the panel of instruments The hairs looked like threads Woven and were perfect Shaking when you spoke And the voice near perfect

The World Is An Orchestra 이상은 (=Lee-tzsche)

sky where everything glows and flows I'm just a little fish living in this ocean of life Maybe you would never notice me 'cause my wave is a little voice The world is a big and colorful orchestra Breathing

Welcome To The Weekend The Parlotones

Screeching brakes another fatality inquisitive eyes peer from windowsills Hijacking housebreaking pointless brutality To wear a happy face we all swallow pills Welcome to the weekend Welcome to the weekend

Keeper Of The Flame (Album Version) A-ha

make it real sweet Give it up for rock and roll Give it up for Bob Give it up for how it made you see Give it up for Silvertone Give it up for gold Adolescent daydreams Incidental incidents Instrumental instruments

Destination The Church

Our instruments have no way of measuring this feeling Can never cut below the floor, or penetrate the ceiling.

Dancing In The Dark (Orchestra Version) Lord Agheros

Recorded, Mixed & Mastered: at Evangelou Studios by Evangelou Gerassimos Line-up: Evangelou Gerassimos - all instruments, vocals and recordings Guests: Barbara Conti - vocals on "Dopo La Notte" and "

Keeper Of The Flame A-ha

make it real sweet Give it up for rock'nroll Give it up for bob Give it up for how it made you see Give it up for silvertone Give it up for golden Adolescent daydreams Incidental incidents Instrumental instruments