Bryan Ferry Lyrics
Bryan Ferry Lyrics
"September Song Lyrics"
Time is Passing Lyrics
I'm playing my guitar while my sister bangs the jar The glass sets up a sound like people laughing It's going to my brain and it's easing all my pain<
I'm playing my guitar while my sister bangs the jar The glass sets up a sound like people laughing It's going to my brain and it's easing all my pain<
(Kurt Weill/Maxwell Anderson)
recorded by Lotte Lenya August 9, 1957 (Her Signature)
Oh it’s a long, long while
from May ‘till December
And the days grow short
When you reach September.
When the Autumn weather
turns the leaves to flame
One hasn’t got time
For the waiting game.
The Way You Make Me Feel Lyrics
Couldn't feel much better Than the way I feel tonight Feel like I could live forever Feel like I could fly When I thought I'd got it wrong, yeah
For the days dwindle down
To a precious few...
September...November...
And these few precious days
I’ll spend with you.
These precious days
I’ll spend with you.
When you meet with the young men
Early in Spring,
They court you in song and rhyme.
They woo you with songs and a clove
But if you examine the goods they bring,
They have little to offer but the songs they sing
And a plentiful waste of time of day...
And a plentiful waste of time...
But it’s a long, long while
from May ‘till December
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Turns the leaves to flame
(pause for instrumental phrase)
(pause for instrumental phrase)
For the days dwindle down
To a precious few;
September...November...
And these few precious days
I’ll spend with you.
These precious days
I’ll spend with you!
Couldn't feel much better Than the way I feel tonight Feel like I could live forever Feel like I could fly When I thought I'd got it wrong, yeah
For the days dwindle down
To a precious few...
September...November...
And these few precious days
I’ll spend with you.
These precious days
I’ll spend with you.
When you meet with the young men
Early in Spring,
They court you in song and rhyme.
They woo you with songs and a clove
Wattershed Lyrics
I stick it to the mailman I'm pinned against a pot plant I'm sick of all the sun-tan Oily with the ray-ban Take that to the bank and call it
r ring, I stick it to the mailman I'm pinned against a pot plant I'm sick of all the sun-tan Oily with the ray-ban Take that to the bank and call it
But if you examine the goods they bring,
They have little to offer but the songs they sing
And a plentiful waste of time of day...
And a plentiful waste of time...
But it’s a long, long while
from May ‘till December
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(pause for instrumental phrase)
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Soul Education Lyrics
Written by Jay Kay and Toby Smith I didn't have time for school Spent my days breaking the rules and regulations And inbetween they're
hen the Autumn weatherWritten by Jay Kay and Toby Smith I didn't have time for school Spent my days breaking the rules and regulations And inbetween they're
Turns the leaves to flame
(pause for instrumental phrase)
(pause for instrumental phrase)
For the days dwindle down
To a precious few;
September...November...
And these few precious days
I’ll spend with you.
These precious days
I’ll spend with you!