Lyrics Musical Express - Giorgio Tuma
Hollow
lane,
blooming
stars
Crystalline
line
of
horizon
Echoed
sounds
coming
from
space
There
are
milky
roads
Ropes
to
climb
up
to
the
top
of
Curly
clouds
rolling
gently
And
it
isn't
late
to
whistle
a
new
tune
And
it
isn't
late
to
paint
doors
and
white
rooms
Oh,
I've
singable
dreams
Oh,
I've
crumbs
of
some
petty
bright
days
Hollow
lane,
blooming
stars
Crystalline
line
of
horizon
Echoed
sounds
coming
from
space
And
it
isn't
late
to
whistle
a
new
tune
And
it
isn't
late
to
paint
doors
and
white
rooms
Oh,
I've
singable
dreams
Oh,
I've
crumbs
of
bright
days
And
it
isn't
late
to
whistle
a
new
tune
And
it
isn't
late
to
paint
doors
and
white
rooms
Oh,
I've
singable
dreams
Oh,
I've
crumbs
of
some
petty
bright
day
1 Introduction
2 Two Happy Sad Guitars ...
3 Saltamontes
4 Let’s Make the Stevens Cake!!!
5 Musical Express
6 ... And Three Parasol Stars
7 Astroland By Bus
8 Coney Island Memories
9 Marsico
10 St Nicholas' Blue Melody
11 Ml Db (Mary Louise Song)
12 Faye's Flying Shoes
13 Dedicated to Timmy the Whale
14 Sirens Pray for Us
15 G-Lombardi Magic Rollercoasters
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