Richard Shindell - A Summer Wind, A Cotton Dress | Текст Иностранной Песни
I was hers and you were his The night we met out on that bridge You knew then what I know now That love put down comes back some how The comet came, the comet went
Richard Shindell - Northbound 35 | Текст Иностранной Песни
Northbound 35 Through the iron hills Under infidel skies It's two hundred miles to drive You won't be home I saw an elsebound train On the
Richard Shindell - On A Sea Of Fleur De Lis | Текст Иностранной Песни
I adore thee Mother Mary But would you change me back to a witch And let me live in the arms of a sorry old elm Give the gypsy moths a realm of their own For a postmans fee
Richard Shindell - Mercy Street | Текст Иностранной Песни
Looking down on empty streets, all she can see are the dreams all made solid are the dreams all made real all of the buildings, all of those cars were once just a
Richard Shindell - The Kenworth Of My Dreams | Текст Иностранной Песни
I sold my old Camaro I sold my fishing boat A friend said he would cosign On a small commercial loan So I shopped around until I found A rig within my means I put
Richard Shindell - There Goes Mavis | Текст Иностранной Песни
The beach at Newcomb Hollow The last days of August The other side of low tide The sun is high, the sun is high Were kneeling in the wet sand Stopping up a wall
Richard Shindell - So Says The Whipporwill | Текст Иностранной Песни
The change could happen anyday So says the whippoorwill She hangs around for the seeds I leave Out on the windowsill Be-free-you-fool, be-free-you-fool She sings all
Richard Shindell - Next Best Western | Текст Иностранной Песни
Its the middle of the night Near the Indiana line Im pulling in a Christian station The signals crystal clear But I cannot really hear What he says about the
Richard Shindell - Hazel's House | Текст Иностранной Песни
Theres a two-lane county road in northern Jersey Winding up a hill beside a lake Just before the road winds to an end Is Hazels house Long white picket fence around
Richard Shindell - Transit | Текст Иностранной Песни
The merge from the turnpike was murder, but its never a cinch It was Friday at five, and no one was giving an inch They squeezed and the edged and they glared Half them clearly