Тексты песен «Counting Crows»

She is trapped inside a month of grey And they take a little every day She is a victim of her own responses Shackled to a heart that wants to settle And then runs away It's a sin to be fading endlessly Yeah but...

(Kurt Stevenson, Patrick Winningham, & Chris Boesel) Originally recorded for the Georgia soundtrack I got a feeling Of unrighteousness Bitter cold Hollow bitterness Down the road I walk with loneliness...

Guess I think I feel alright You come circling through the light The skyline baby is bright tonight One more perfect rendezvous Sundown paints the shadows through Daylight aiming? on what we do It looks like...

Miller's angels in black and white Welcome everyone in Children dreaming of wrong and right Wrapped in grace and in sin They come out of the blue sky They come out of the blue They come out of the blue sky But...

All dressed up No place to go Hey monkey when you gonna show your face around me? I know all the wrongs and rights And I just want a little light to fall on me Hey monkey where you been? This lonely spiral I've...

I was down at the New Amsterdam staring at this yellow haired girl Mr. Jones strikes up a conversation with this black haired flamenco dancer She dances while his father plays guitar She's suddenly beautiful We all...

So you wanna be a rock and roll star Well listen now to what I say Just get an electric guitar And take some time And learn how to play Just learn how to play I was down at the New Amsterdam Just'a starin' at...

I was down at the New Amsterdam staring at this yellow-haired girl Mr. Jones strikes up a conversation with this black- haired flamenco dancer She dances while his father plays guitar Sheґs suddenly beautiful We all...

(Adam Duritz/David Bryson) I was down at the New Amsterdam staring at this yellow-haired girl Mr. Jones srikes up a coversation with this black-haired flamenco dancer She dances while his father plays guitar She's...

I was down at the New Amsterdam Staring at this yellow-haired girl Mr. Jones strikes up a conversation with a black-haired flamingo dancer Now, she dances while his father plays guitar Suddenly beautiful And we all...

I was down at the New Amsterdam staring At this yellow-haired girl Mr. Jones strikes up a conversation with this Black-haired flamenco dancer She dances while his father plays guitar She's suddenly beautiful We...

Well I woke in mid-afternoon cause that's when it all hurts the most I dream I never know anyone at the party and I'm always the host If dreams are like movies, then memories are films about ghosts You can never...

Well I woke up in mid-afternoon cause that's when it all hurts the most I dream I never know anyone at the party and I'm always the host If dreams are like movies, then memories are films about ghosts You can never...

Blue morning Blue morning Wrapped in strands of fist and bone Curiosity, Kitten, Doesn't have to mean you're on your own You can look outside your window He doesn't have to know We can talk awhile, baby We can take it...

Blue morning, Blue morning Wrapped in strands of fist and bone. Curiosity, Kitten, doesn't have to mean you're on your own You can look outside your window, He doesn't have to know We can talk a while, baby take...

my love lives out at the end of the road takes what you give her and goes says things that everyone knows shes only willing to kiss me again lights me on fire sprays me with water and she lights me up again said...

(Original by Ryan Adams ) Well night time let her through Yeah I am talking to you I wanna see her Precious little thing With eyes that dance around without their clothes So buy a pretty dress Wear it out...

Come on children mind the gap American people with marvelous hair And a knack to do anything better than anyone I got a home with electrical air And I live in a world Smaller than anyone I got a line on a new frontier I...

Nothing but a Child Glass upon me walking on the ocean Sun upon me walking on a wave You can slide like the lord above.. You're a beam of teaming motion But for everyone you do, There's always one or two like me you...

( Original by ROBYN HITCHCOCK) Did you ever hover in the distance? Did you ever swoop down from the sky To the bright green rocks all draped with seaweed And the deep blue ocean rolling by? Maybe I will find...