I hear music. Mighty fine music. The murmur of a morning breeze up there. The rattle of the milkman on the stair. Sure that's music. Mighty fine music. The singing of a sparrow in the sky. The
Six string music. By jimmy buffett, G. E. Smith. 1994. Turn off the T. V. Turn off the *. Kick off your high heels. Climb up in my lap. . Chorus. And I'll play music. A song from me
Ev'rybody bogey, a-dig that bogey beat,. Man, that bogey rhythm smells so clean and sweet. Ev'rybody bogey, bogey on to the street,. Oh, without bogey music my life is incomplete,. Without bogey
(Burt Bacharach/Hal David) Let the music play. Just a little longer. Just a little longer. Let me hold him in my arms. A little longer Make the music play. Just a little slower. Just a little
An empty glass. Another coin in the jukebox. This pain inside. Keeps hurtin' on and on The music starts. A blue-blue song is playin'. You don't need me anymore. Now I'm alone But the guy. Who
Out here in the smokey places. Looking into those empty faces. Short wave says we made the dial. I'm wired for ten million miles Making midnight music. Singing rock and roll songs. Living
music, get off my couch for. The music. Maybe a thousand or two cents, still hard to forget. See I'm proud as I'm stupid enough to say this. But too proud to be stupid enough to stay. I'm too loud