Текст песни lavin christine - santa monica pier | guitar chord и Mp3
lavin christine - santa monica pier | guitar chord и Mp3 слова песни
Received: from animal-farm.nevada.edu by redrock.nevada.edu (5.65c/M1.4) with SMTP id ; Sun, 19 Sep 1993 20:55:45 -0700Received: from ucscb.UCSC.EDU by animal-farm.nevada.edu id ; Sun, 19 Sep 1993 20:55:44 -0700Received: by ucscb.UCSC.EDU (5.65/1.34) id AA08684; Sun, 19 Sep 93 20:55:39 -0700Date: Sun, 19 Sep 93 20:55:39 -0700From: indigo@ucscb.UCSC.EDU (Adam Schneider)Message-Id: To: jamesb@animal-farm.nevada.eduSubject: /l/Lavin.Christine/SantaMonicaPier.crdSANTA MONICA PIER (Christine Lavin)-----------------------------------[It`s actually in Eb; capo 1. Or play it in C and capo 3.]D D[intro] D AI`ve got beach glass and tokens in my pocket, sizing up each other`s worthG DNeither one`ll do me any good here, I throw them into the surf D GThe palm trees all look a little like Tina Turner looks from behind A DThe boys on the skateboards have strategically tussled hair, the Bon Jovi kind G DI am a stranger here, strolling down the Santa Monica Pier A DPicnic baskets and fishing gear, ice cream cones and souvenirs G DOh there`s a fine warm Western breeze stirring up the Tina Turner trees A D DI have dreamed of days like these all of my lifeRoller skaters with their headphones on, they sway to the private beatI drop into the Crown & Anchor, time to eat, time to eatNo matter what it is I order, I know there`s an avocado hidden on this plateI don`t like them, but I still eat them, I`m not tempting fateI am a stranger here, strolling down the Santa Monica PierPicnic baskets and fishing gear, ice cream cones and souvenirs, souvenirsOh there`s a fine warm Western breeze stirring up the Tina Turner treesI have dreamed of days like these all of my lifeC D Back home, I hear the stock market`s booming, booming C DThe bears and the bulls say they`re taking it all in strideC D Out here, they`re hot air ballooning G A D A G DYeah, they go zooming up into the sky...Yeah, I`m a stranger here; the Santa Monica PierFishing gear; souvenirs, get your souvenirs hereOh, feel that breeze; oh, shake, you trees (shake it up)Days like theseLook at that beautiful Mexican boy holding tight to his papa`s hand"Mira, mira!" he cries as he points to the papaya juice standLook at that old lady dozing off, I wonder what she`s dreaming ofWhat could be better than this, except for maybe being in love?I am a stranger here, strolling down the Santa Monica PierPicnic baskets and fishing gear, ice cream cones, souvenirs get your souvenirsOh, now, feel that breeze; c`mon and shake, you trees (shake it up)I have dreamed of days like these all of my life A DYeah, I have dreamed of days like these A D D D.Oh, I have dreamed...