Joshua Kadison - Paris
Tekst :
Ezra was an old man. He lived by the sea.Watching himself getting older with no family.
Cassie was a pretty one, a bar tender by trade.
She had a daughter with big green eyes. She called her Jade.
They met each other in the park while Jade was on a swing.
On a bench underneath a tree they talked about everything.
And she said, “Sometimes I get so scared, and I don’t know why.”
She reached for the old man’s hand and she began to cry.
And he said
“It ain’t no crime, it ain’t no crime.
Everybody gets a little bit lonely sometimes.
It ain’t no crime, it ain’t no crime.
Everybody gets a little bit lonely sometimes.”
Then he said “I was gonna be a painter, gonna paint my masterpiece.
I spent my whole life dreamin’. Now they’re my only memories.
And I was gonna life in Paris, France. Now my body’s fallin’ apart.
I could be a Pablo Picasso if delusion were an art.”
And she said, “That sounds lovely. Paris, France.
Just sayin’ those words makes me kinda dance.
Do you wanna dance?”
It ain’t no crime, it ain’t no crime.
Everybody gets a little bit lonely sometimes.
It ain’t no crime, it ain’t no crime.
Everybody gets a little bit lonely sometimes.
They’d meet there every Sunday in the park at noon.
Ezra would get there early to buy Jade a red balloon.
And Cassie’d tell him all about her awful luck with men.
She’d say “Wish I could meet a guy like you but they’ll never make you again.”
And Jade would fall asleep in Ezra’s lap there in the park
While Cassie’s still be talkin’ a long time after dark.
It ain’t no crime, it ain’t no crime.
Everybody gets a little bit lonely sometimes.
It ain’t no crime, it ain’t no crime.
Everybody gets a little bit lonely sometimes.
One Sunday afternoon, no Ezra, no red balloon.
Just a friend of his who said “Ezra passed away
And ha wanted me to bring this letter to you today.”
Well, it was two tickets to Paris.
And a note that read “Thank you for the dance.
My dearest Cassie, you were my Paris, France.”
It ain’t no crime, it ain’t no crime.
Everybody gets a little bit lonely sometimes.
Inne utwory
Losowe utwory
Again
Well I m trying, Lord
To be full of Your conviction
But sometimes temptation has its way
Will You hear my prayer
You don t owe me nothing
I need to feel You again and again
I hear You say
Chorus:
When you think you ve strayed too far
And you re afraid to ask once more
Remember, child
That You...
To be full of Your conviction
But sometimes temptation has its way
Will You hear my prayer
You don t owe me nothing
I need to feel You again and again
I hear You say
Chorus:
When you think you ve strayed too far
And you re afraid to ask once more
Remember, child
That You...
Seek up
Sometimes I feel like I m falling
Fall back again, fall back again,
Fall back again, fall back again
Oh, life it seems a struggle between
What we think what we see
I m not going to change my ways
Just to please you...
Fall back again, fall back again,
Fall back again, fall back again
Oh, life it seems a struggle between
What we think what we see
I m not going to change my ways
Just to please you...
Doin the fool
[E-40 talks over intro]
Nigga up in this motherfucker
I mean I been fuckin with this motherfuckin burgundy carpet pimpin
What about you pimpin, I mean I know you fuckin around with that
purple bag youknowhatImean? That Crown Royal, oh boy!
I mean, we got, we got a whole bunch...
Nigga up in this motherfucker
I mean I been fuckin with this motherfuckin burgundy carpet pimpin
What about you pimpin, I mean I know you fuckin around with that
purple bag youknowhatImean? That Crown Royal, oh boy!
I mean, we got, we got a whole bunch...
Santa baby
Santa baby, slip a sable under the tree, for me
I ve been an awful good girl
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight
Santa baby, an out-of-space convertible too, light blue
I ll wait up for you dear
Santa baby, and hurry...
I ve been an awful good girl
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight
Santa baby, an out-of-space convertible too, light blue
I ll wait up for you dear
Santa baby, and hurry...
Trouble
Yes, give thanks and praise
To the most high Jah Rastafari
Yeah, you know
As I would say ya, you know
The father is the strong hold for the oppressed
The stronghold in the time of trouble, you know
And those who put their...
To the most high Jah Rastafari
Yeah, you know
As I would say ya, you know
The father is the strong hold for the oppressed
The stronghold in the time of trouble, you know
And those who put their...