Blues Brothers - Season of the witch

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When I look out my window
Many sites to see
When I look in my window
So many different people to be
It s strange
So very strange
You got to pick up every stitch
You got to pick up every stitch
Must be the season
The season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch

When I look over my shoulder
What do you think I see
Some other cat looking over
His shoulder right at me
And it s strange
Surely strange
You got to pick up every stitch
Beatniks are out to make it rich
Oh, no
Must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch

When I look out my window
So many sites to see
When I look into my window
So many different people to be
You got to pick up every stitch
Rabbit s runnin in the ditch
Beatniks are out to make it rich
Oh, no
Oh, no
Must be the season of the witch


Inne utwory

  • Everybody
  • Groove me
  • Cheaper to keep her
  • Knock on wood
  • New Orleans
  • Looking for a fox
  • Raise your hand
  • Hey bartender
  • Almost
  • From the bottom
  • Born in Chicago
  • Flip, flop & fly
  • Riot in cell block number nine
  • Jailhouse rock

    • Losowe utwory

    After all

    After all this time I m thinking,
    want to know just what you feel for me
    After all this time I m thinking,
    you gonna be the one who set me free.
    I love you!

    [2x]
    can you hear me,
    calling out...

    Nie kończąca się opowieść

    Znam te suszę, znów się duszę
    Dzisiaj już się na to nie skuszę
    Nie otworzę drzwi, bo nie muszę
    Z mym zmęczeniem w pościel ruszę
    Lipa! ponownie flacho-ekipa
    E, wybacz, e, Michał
    Wchodź, siadaj, opowiadaj, co słychać
    Michał siada, gada, a okazja czyha

    No więc poszły w ruch zasoby drobniaków
    Tych dwóch muzykalnych chłopaków
    I znów słuch z czasem o...

    No plans for later

    I came home
    To find my sink was leaking,
    I had no plans for later.

    It struck me
    The the evening might pass
    With no-one but me knowing
    About the dripping sound,
    And the black stain growing on the floor.

    Dry creek

    Just a little way down Mount Bonnel Road
    There’s a little place where the beer is cold
    Dry Creek café and dock
    No place better come five o’clock

    Just off the lake a two story bar
    You know you’re there when you see the...

    Mr. Pitiful

    Oh Mr. pit
    Oh Mr. pit
    Mr. pitiful
    Who let you down?
    Who let you down?
    Who let you down?

    You still don t believe
    You don t believe
    You don t believe
    That greed s for a show
    Your soapbox unfolds

    But, please come down from that cloud
    You see at all I don t expect you to admit that you...