Some call it a sham but I just find it so. I’m just gonna jump out for some fresh air
#LYRICS TO SMOKE ON THE WATER FULL#
To a world full of strange and towering skies
In the tracks where we lived our simple lives Ice-skating in Kansas City, Crown Center alight Smoke on the water Guitar Solo Verse 3 We ended up at the Grand Hotel It was empty, cold and bare But with the Rolling-truck-Stones-thing just outside Making our music there With a few red. "A gentleman's only as good as his word." That I was your shadow and keeper of secrets and standards Lyrics begin: 'We all came out to Montreux on the Lake Geneva. Find your perfect arrangement and access a variety of transpositions so you can print and play instantly, anywhere. You told me you take your Darjeeling black with a sconeĪnd, "Always remove your shoes in a home." Browse our 21 arrangements of 'Smoke on the Water.' Sheet music is available for Piano, Voice, Guitar and 17 others with 11 scorings and 8 notations in 11 genres. The ring Baba gave you that you used to leave by the sink The smell of old cedar and jasmine perfumeįig trees, bottles of milk, and sewing machines Her voice as big as a house, she says, “Burn your things and meet me on the roof in an hour." I think I need to tell my landlord that I’m gonna be late with the rent.Īll the bright planets that hang in the airĬlay and cast-iron, rum-colored silver sunglassesįrench leather purses and saris with painted-on flowers Projected in the cabin, there's an agent he calls "The Wolf". Harrison and I are on a bird he built out of old sedans, balloons, and duct tape. Mixed like our liquors, with sugar and water,'tis called toddy. He knocks the sword from my hands, says: “Congratulations, you’ve got the job." There are plenty of wretched cottages whose smoke has no outlet but by the door. I match him blow for blow, counter-parry and dodge, but as the battle wears on, we're getting along. He says, "Where have you been? I've been waiting all day." I say, "With all due respect, I'm only six minutes late." He doesn't say a thing, just nods and pulls out a sword.
I know that in the morning it's water in my headĭream of chutes and ladders, sleep through two alarms, and when I stumble through the doorway with my hands through the arms of the sweater that the dry cleaner gave me back a size down, I make it to the bus, not a second to spare, but there's freeze-frame traffic till the intersection where I am scheduled for a meeting with a man who looks like Harrison Ford. I'm swimming in my dreams across the lakeĭoesn't matter if I sleep or follow it out of bed Growing in the basements beneath a brand new town Looking for a trace of our orchard underground We could hear the sirens running up the road Sitting on the ledge outside the second floor
And we'll count the ages as they're ending
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