Zappa Frank lyrics
Zappa Frank lyrics
"For The Young Sophisticate Lyrics"
Come on Darkness Lyrics
Come on slowly Won't you rise and come To the top of this hill Where the cool breeze spills Now that it's dusk Someone drive them off the street Let the pavements cool Come on now So come on love And lay yo
Come on slowly Won't you rise and come To the top of this hill Where the cool breeze spills Now that it's dusk Someone drive them off the street Let the pavements cool Come on now So come on love And lay yo
Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Ike Willis (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Ray White (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Steve Vai (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Warren Cucurullo (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Denny Walley (slide guitar, vocals)
Tommy Mars (keyboards, vocals)
Peter Wolf (keyboards)
Bob Harris (keyboards, trumpet, vocals)
Ed Mann (percussion)
Arthur Barrow (bass, vocals)
Vinnie Colaiuta (drums)
Baby baby why you cryin'
Feeling sorry what she said
Put down
Folsom Prison Blues Lyrics
Well, I hear the train a comin' It's a rolling round the bend Well, I ain't seen the sunshine Since I don't know when, And I'm stuck in Folsom prison, Time keeps draggin' on the rag, I told her then
Don't wanna hear you cry again
Dear heart, dear heart
Tell me, tell me what's the reason
Dear heart, dear heart
Tell me, tell me what's the reason
You know she went to see the doctor
And then she read a magazine
Forget that book, I told her then
Don't wanna hear about the book again
Dear heart, dear heart
Work out, Vinnie
Tell me, tell me what's the reason
Dear heart, dear heart
I thought you were in love, Vinnie
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Well, I hear the train a comin' It's a rolling round the bend Well, I ain't seen the sunshine Since I don't know when, And I'm stuck in Folsom prison, Time keeps draggin' on
Don't wanna hear you cry again
Dear heart, dear heart
Tell me, tell me what's the reason
Dear heart, dear heart
Tell me, tell me what's the reason
You know she went to see the doctor
And then she read a magazine
Forget that book, I told her then
Don't wanna hear about the book again
Dear heart, dear heart
Work out, Vinnie
Tell me, tell me what's the reason
Dear heart, dear heart
I thought you were in love, Vinnie
Tel
Rites Of Passage Lyrics
With this right of passage, cruel twist of fate, with every turn of every card I never see, until it's too late, the deed is done and leaves me wondering just where our love has gone I cannot say in honest truth that I still trust all my feelings for you.l me, tell me what's the reason
There was a picture on the story
That showed a young sophisticator
Who falls in love three pages later
With some aggressive agitator
And by and by he comes to hate her
'Cause she don't shave her underarms
And he can't go for that
'Cause he's a young sophisticator
Baby baby why you cryin'
It made me wonder what she said
Forget that book I told her then
Don't wanna hear 'bout the book again
Dear heart, dear heart
Tell me, tell me what's the reason
Dear heart, dear heart
How you doin', Vinnie?
Tell me, tell me what's the reason
Would you still love me if my hair grew
All down the side of my kimono
Well of course I would, it might be hip
If it did not cause you to trip
Dear heart, dear heart
Or radiate a bad aroma
Dear heart, dear heart
Or radiate a cheap aroma
Dear heart, dear heart
Or radia-iate, or radia-ia-ia-iate a Butzis aroma
Ha ha ha ha ha ha
With this right of passage, cruel twist of fate, with every turn of every card I never see, until it's too late, the deed is done and leaves me wondering just where our love has gone I cannot say in honest truth that I still trust all my feelings for you.
There was a picture on the story
That showed a young sophisticator
Who falls in love three pages later
With some aggressive agitator
And by and by he comes to hate her
'Cause she don't shave her underarms
And he can't go for that
'Cause he's a young sophisticator
Baby baby why you cryin'
It made me wonder what she said
Forget that book I told her then
Don't wanna hear 'bout the book again
Dear heart, dear heart
Tell me, tell me what's the reason
Dear heart, dear heart
How you doin', Vinnie?
Tell me, tell me what's the reason
Would you still love me if my hair grew
All down the side of my kimono
Well of course I would, it might be hip
If it did not cause you to trip
Dear heart, dear heart
Or radiate a bad aroma
Dear heart, dear heart
Or radiate a cheap aroma
Dear heart, dear heart
Or radia-iate, or radia-ia-ia-iate a Butzis aroma
Ha ha ha ha ha ha