My Insatiable One In the high life, i've got this feeling now I've got this horrible feeling On the escalator they took it out on him As the ridiculous world went Oh he is gone He's my insatiable one Oh he is gone He's my insatiable one...oh On the high wire, dressed in a leotard There wobbles one hell of a retard On the escalator We sh*t paracetemol As the ridiculous world goes by Oh he is gone He's my insatiable one Oh he is gone He's my insatiable one
Clowns Take a look at us Hate where there was lust The trip like honey But lust don't mean a thing When all we do is shout and scream It's almost funny We're like clowns Tumbled into town now Love is on its way down now It's such a lonely sound Mouths that once exchanged Kisses in the rain Are full of pain now It all seems so absurd When every sentence and every word It's so painful We like clowns Tumbled into town now Love is on its way down now Such a lonely sound Clowns Faces with painted frowns now Sat on a merry-go-round now Such a lonely sound...
It Was A Very Good Year When i was seventeen It was a very good year It was a very good year For small town girls And soft summer nights We'd hide from the lights On the village green When i was seventeen When i was twenty-one It was a very good year It was a very good year for city girls Who lived up the stair With all that perfumed hair And it came undone When i was twenty-one When i was thirty-five It was a very good year It was a very good year for blue-blooded girls Of independent means We'd ride in limousines Their chauffeurs would drive When i was thirty-five But now the days grow short I'm in the autumn of the year And now i think of my life as vintage wine From fine old kegs From the brim to the dregs And it poured sweet and clear It was a very good year
[00:12.653]My Insatiable One [00:33.656]In the high life, i've got this feeling now [00:42.659]I've got this horrible feeling [00:47.895]On the escalator they took it out on him [00:56.815]As the ridiculous world went [01:05.278]Oh he is gone [01:13.455]He's my insatiable one [01:18.951]Oh he is gone [01:26.584]He's my insatiable one...oh [01:33.585]On the high wire, dressed in a leotard [01:41.539]There wobbles one hell of a retard [01:46.775]On the escalator [01:49.525]We sh*t paracetemol [01:54.708]As the ridiculous world goes by [02:02.635]Oh he is gone [02:10.839]He's my insatiable one [02:15.968]Oh he is gone [02:22.720]He's my insatiable one [02:28.724] [02:32.231]Clowns [02:33.911]Take a look at us [02:38.916]Hate where there was lust [02:42.917]The trip like honey [02:48.865]But lust don't mean a thing [02:54.579]When all we do is shout and scream [02:58.318]It's almost funny [03:03.327]We're like clowns [03:06.328]Tumbled into town now [03:11.070]Love is on its way down now [03:15.831]It's such a lonely sound [03:23.217]Mouths that once exchanged [03:27.468]Kisses in the rain [03:31.466]Are full of pain now [03:36.971]It all seems so absurd [03:41.663]When every sentence and every word [03:45.906]It's so painful [03:50.666]We like clowns [03:53.418]Tumbled into town now [03:58.171]Love is on its way down now [04:02.670]Such a lonely sound [04:09.862]Clowns [04:11.859]Faces with painted frowns now [04:16.356]Sat on a merry-go-round now [04:20.850]Such a lonely sound... [05:08.302] [05:12.546]It Was A Very Good Year [05:15.057]When i was seventeen [05:21.300]It was a very good year [05:26.168]It was a very good year [05:30.174]For small town girls [05:33.174]And soft summer nights [05:38.062]We'd hide from the lights [05:44.001]On the village green [05:48.447]When i was seventeen [05:55.886]When i was twenty-one [06:01.646]It was a very good year [06:06.387]It was a very good year for city girls [06:12.893]Who lived up the stair [06:16.337]With all that perfumed hair [06:23.225]And it came undone [06:27.472]When i was twenty-one [06:34.409]When i was thirty-five [06:39.649]It was a very good year [06:45.166]It was a very good year for blue-blooded girls [06:51.902]Of independent means [06:57.338]We'd ride in limousines [07:02.596]Their chauffeurs would drive [07:06.543]When i was thirty-five [07:14.660]But now the days grow short [07:20.422]I'm in the autumn of the year [07:26.749]And now i think of my life as vintage wine [07:31.441]From fine old kegs [07:36.690]From the brim to the dregs [07:41.875]And it poured sweet and clear [07:46.876]It was a very good year
