Twilight, Candlelit walls A Strong Crescendo Highlight the lonely calls From my piano Melody, come to me Sing your silent voice Remedy my envy Bring
Thrilling the hearts of all The world could have been beneath his feet Searching the call, the voice of the sea Old chandelier tells a story Old piano
Frank zappa (guitar, synclavier) Steve vai (guitar) Ray white (guitar, vocals) Tommy mars (keyboards) Chuck wild (piano) Arthur barrow (bass) Scott thunes
floor And a voice is softly saying darling this will be goodbye forever more There goes my reason for living there goes the one of my dreams There goes
tock, so, so slow It says 'Yes', it says 'No' It says, "I wait for you" The old folks dream no more Their books have gone to sleep The piano's out of
the piano in her parlor in 1941, accompanied by George Gould Strong.) [Edith] Wouldst I could see Innocent glee. Wee ones, Dream sweet for me. Oh, wee
tocks oh so slow, it says, "Yes," it says, "No" It says, "I'll wait for you." The old folks dream no more The books have gone to sleep, the piano's out
a bus with Chuck Barry, Sam Cooke, The Evelly Brothers, Jackie Wilson. But I never heard a voice like Frankie Valli's. After eight bars I know I need to write for this voice
Sadness: Gradel : All Percussion Andy : Bass Effects & German Voice Chiva : Guitars & Piano Steff : Guitars & Voices Additional Musicians: Christine : Female Voice
dream, there's a chance you'll find, a little laughter, or happy ever after. TROY AND SHARPAY: Your harmony to melody, that's echoing inside my head. A single voice
to reach you I hear your voice in the wind I feel you under my skin Within my heart and my soul I wait for you Adagio All of these nights without you All of my dreams
Signor Piangi . . . if you please . . . (REYER thumps the piano keys, then leaves the piano, and attempts to attract attention using signals. Al the height of the mayhem, the piano
voice would be a voice to be heard, take my word we would treasure each day that occurred. My world would be a beautiful place Where we would weave such wonderful dreams
rose to beat the Philistines, with five smooth stones and a sling. Throughout our history there are those ghosts Compelled to illustrate our dreams and hopes Victors hang
to jet, get him, not a bet, dead 'em Let 'em spit venom said 'em got a lot of shit with 'em Let the rhythm hit 'em, it's stronger in the other voice
pyjamas clung to me like a shroud Like a shroud Like a shroud Like a shroud There rose before me a little house With all hope and dreams kept within A woman's voice
on her words, caught in your throat) that's the sound of music from another room the piano player hangs from piano wire but the player piano carries