Wake up Jones stop sleeping on your Momma's coach Waiting for it to happen get up from With the yellow finger tips and your bellyful whining complaints
I walked from New York and back from L.A. I lived on a mountain and once by the bay I bought an apartment and slept in the hay but there's no place that
Превод: Сониа Џонс. Бриан Песма.
Brian Jones est mort Les oliviers prennent froid l'hiver Une colombe tachee de sang Fera son nid de cheveux blonds Et dira aux passants Que Brian Jones
Wake up Jones Stop sleeping on your mama's couch Waiting for it to happen Get off home with your yellow finger tips And belly full of whata could beens
If I thought I knew the reason Why I've gone and fallen in love with you You're the one thing I believe in And I know quite well what I've got to do
I stayed up all night 'Til the morning's first light What did I see? I know it wasn't me there I waited for you For my dreams to come true What will
not participate, she didn't have the right For she was fatherless in the fatherland Now it's 1966, Andrew's up to all his tricks And when Brian Jones
(Brian Holland; Lamont Dozier; Edward Holland, Jr.) Set me free, why don't you babe Get out my life, why don't you babe 'Cause you don't really love
is the end (I ramble) This is the end (I ramble) Over the hills and far away All through the day I ramble I rock 'n' roll in standing stones With Brian Jones
in my mind Has been so hard to come by And you become more of a crutch You're prolific in bed And you're always so cool But I'm like Brian Jones Left
up dead And don't go into politics You'll end up dead Don't go into politics You'll end up dead Jimi Hendrix, Janice Joplin, Brian Jones, Keith Moone
helped her keep age away We love you, we love you We love you, we love you We love you, we love you We love you, we love you Brian Jones had an aura
's eat Fake patriots say you can't burn the flag But guess who whines the most 'bout having to pay taxes To their country Decay Decline Cover up Refine Dow Jones
're all by your side But you're all alone, and we're going home And we're by your side, but you're all alone Like a Rolling Stone, like Brian Jones On
even ask you to stay The day the Berlin wall came down And other days forgotten Nostalgia isn?t what it was Farewell then Johnny Rotten, Brian Jones
Lover Is sad Sad But true Lover Well you shine Like the sun Why you seem so sad Cannot say What she's done Lie if your high Cause it's bringing me
