Mostrando postagens com marcador Holly Cole. Mostrar todas as postagens
Mostrando postagens com marcador Holly Cole. Mostrar todas as postagens

quinta-feira, 9 de fevereiro de 2012

Holly Cole - Tango til they're sore

Tango til they're sore


Well you play that tarantella all the hounds will start to roar
The boys all go to hell and then the Cubans hit the floor
They drive along the pipeline, they tango 'til they're sore
They take apart their nightmares and they leave them by the door
Let me fall out of the window with confetti in my hair
Deal out Jacks or Better on a blanket by the stairs
I'll tell you all my secrets, but I lie about my past
And send me off to bed for evermore



Make sure they play my theme song, I guess daisies will have to do
Just get me to New Orleans and paint shadows on the pews
Turn the spit on that pig and kick the drum and let me down
Put my clarinet beneath your bed 'til I get back in town
Let me fall out of the window with confetti in my hair
Deal out Jacks or Better on a blanket by the stairs
I'll tell you all my secrets, but I lie about my past
So send me off to bed for evermore



Just make sure she's all in calico and the color of a doll
Wave the flag on Cadillac day, and a skillet on the wall
Cut me a switch or hold your breath 'til the sun goes down
Write my name on the hood, send me off to another town, and just
And just let me fall out of the window with confetti in my hair
Deal out Jacks or Better on a blanket by the stairs
Tell you all my secrets, but I lie about my past
Will you send me off to bed for evermore



Fall out of the window with confetti in my hair
Deal out Jacks or Better on a blanket by the stairs
I'll tell you all my secrets, but I lie about my past
Send me off to bed for evermore, send me off to bed for evermore

quinta-feira, 27 de outubro de 2011

Holly Cole Trio - Calling You


Un chemin dans l'désert entre Las Vegas et nulle part
Il paraît qu'on est beaucoup mieux ici qu'à l'endroit d'où l'on vient
Il paraît qu'entre les étoiles il y a... rien, le vide
Certains pensent que cet espace est composé d'un gaz : l'éther
D'autres plus savants ont même imaginé que dans ces vastes régions interstellaires on puisse entendre la musique des sphères
Moi j'appelle sans savoir qui
J'appelle dans le vide
- Hello
- A qui voulez-vous parler ?
- A...
- Allo, allo
- Oui bonjour, je...
- A qui voulez-vous parler Mademoiselle ?
Desert road from Vegas to nowhere
Someplace better than where you've been
A coffee machine that needs some fixing
In a little cafe just around the bend.
I am calling you
Can't you hear me
I am calling you.
Hot dry wind blows right through me
Baby's crying and I can't sleep
But we both know a change is coming
It's coming closer
Sweet release.
I am calling you
I know you hear me
I am calling you
I am calling you
I know you hear me
I am calling you