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And now for something completely different.

My Mother was a music teacher (piano) and for years I was put off listening to the dam thing. But now I love hearing the piano played well. I do not like most classical piano music but Richard Cladyerman is something else.:thumb::thumb::thumb::thumb::thumb::thumb:
 

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My Mother was a music teacher (piano) and for years I was put off listening to the dam thing. But now I love hearing the piano played well. I do not like most classical piano music but Richard Cladyerman is something else.:thumb::thumb::thumb::thumb::thumb::thumb:

I love classical piano and only wish I had taken it more seriously when I was learning as a kid.
 

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She may look a mess but she has a fine voice
Yeah dreads don't do it for me either.


When we were at war
When we were at war
There everyone used to think about their
Beloveds or about their wives
There everyone used to think about their
Beloveds or about their wives

And I could certainly think
And I could certainly think
About the times when I looked at a pipe
In her blue smoke
About the times when I looked at a pipe
In her blue smoke

Like when she lied to me sometimes
Like when she lied to me sometimes
But the his girl's heart gave
love to someone else for a long time
But the his girl's heart gave
love to someone else for a long time

But I didn't think about them at all,
But I didn't think about them at all,
I just smoked a pipe
with bitter Turkish tobacco,
I just smoked a pipe
with bitter Turkish tobacco,

I just shoot bullets faithfully
I just shoot bullets faithfully
hoping to appease my pain
and to set a limit to our hostility
hoping to appease my pain
and to set a limit to our hostility

When we will be at war,
When we will be at war,
to meet the bullets flying
on our black horse
to meet the bullets flying
on our black horse

But it looks like death it's not for me
But it looks like death it's not for me
and my black horse
carries me away from the fire again
and my black horse
carries me away from the fire again
 
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C'est le temps de l'amour,
Le temps des copains et de l'aventure.
Quand le temps va et vient,
On ne pense a rien malgre ses blessures.
Car le temps de l'amour
C'est long et c'est court,
Ca dure toujours, on s'en souvient.

On se dit qu' a vingt ans on est le roi du monde,
Et qu' йternellement il y aura dans nos yeux
Tout le ciel bleu.

C'est le temps de l'amour,
Le temps des copains et de l'aventure.
Quand le temps va et vient,
On ne pense a rien malgre ses blessures.
Car le temps de l'amour
Ca vous met au coeur
Beaucoup de chaleur et de bonheur.

Un beau jour c'est l'amour et le coeur bat plus vite,
Car la vie suit son cours
Et l'on est tout heureux d'etre amoureux.

C'est le temps de l'amour,
Le temps des copains et de l'aventure.
Quand le temps va et vient,
On ne pense a rien malgre ses blessures.
Car le temps de l'amour
C'est long et c'est court,
Ca dure toujours, on s'en souvient.
 
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My delicate fingers
Rub your skin Ebana
I talk about you
I do not understand them
The curtain closes
And your lights go out
However, at night I dream of you
Without me

You left

I loved this look
That hooks us
With each problem
We did not care fear
One last time
The sun shines
However, at night I dream of you
Without me

You left

I tried the sea
You give me feelings
I could not do anything
My eyes and the ocean
One last time
Under a starry sky
But at night
I no longer dream Of you

I left
 

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Sometimes I don't know where this stony road
Is taking me
Sometimes I don't know the reason why
So I guess I'll keep gambling, lots of booze
And lots of rambling.
Well it's easier than just
Waiting around to die

Well one time, friends, I had a Ma
I even had a Pa
He beat her with a belt once, cuz she cried
She told him to take care of me and headed down
To Tennessee
Well it's easier than just
Waiting around to die

Then I became of age and I found a girl in a Tuscaloosa bar
She cleaned me out and she hit it on the sly
Well I tried to kill the pain
I bought some wine,
I hoppped a train
Well it was easier than just
Waiting around to die

Then a friend said he knew where some easy money was
We robbed a man and brother, did we fly
But the posse caught up with me and drugged me back to Muskogee
And now it's two long years
Just waiting around to die.

Now I'm out of prison, and I got me a friend at last
He don't steal, or cheat, or drink or lie
His name is codeine
And he's the nicest thing I've seen
And together, we're gonna
Wait around to die
 
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