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Thursday, April 07, 2005 - ore 10:56
the shining hour
(categoria: " Musica e Canzoni ")
The Shining Hour
Am C Bm Dm
Are we still on the phone
Am C Bm Dm
With lady Anna Clarke and her trumpet solo?
Am C Bm Dm
Whose ghost sings for pay
Am C Bm Dm
In the blue billiard room of the Monterey
Am C Bm Dm
For room and for board
Am C Bm Dm
And the back door key is a 19th century civil war sword
Am C Bm Dm
Once owned by John Booth
Am C Bm Dm Am
And he misplaced his script when he caught his leather boot
G F Dm Am
This could be the shining hour
G F Dm Am
Based on all this mad belief
G F Dm Am
In money oil and angel powder
G F Dm
In the new age magazine
There’s a hole in the wall
Behind the photograph of Al Capone
He’s sittin’ down at city hall
The police they peek through here
And they watch you get dressed in the two-way mirror
But it’s all in good spirits
And if you close eyes you can’t help, help but to hear ‘em move
This could be the shining hour
Based on all this mad belief
In the money oil and angel powder
In the new age magazine
I propose a toast
To the memory of the horse who carried King Tut and his gold
Into the sun
He collapsed last summer from a heat stroke somewhere in the east village, oh
And it kills me to think
That I’m no longer living
Just looking for excuses to dink
So lift up your glass
And your Ouija board ‘cause I’m fading, fading, fading fast
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