All The Things You Could Be By Now If Sigmond Freud’s Wife Was Your Mother Lyrics & Chords By Normand Guilbeault Ensemble

Here's an idea that I have been brewing. We all feel like ruins, so whatta ya say? I've got these four wheels and who could want for more wheels? Just throw in a suitcase. ...read more

This is an imitation of a kiss. An imitation's all it is and when I kiss you, it may look like a kiss. Call it a kiss, this imitation of love. It's an imitation of...read more

So drink up all you people. Order, order anything you please. Have fun, all you happy people. The drinks, and the laugh's, on me. Pardon me, hehe, but I gotta run. The...read more

Uh, roy? Yes deutch? It's about my hats. What about them? I mean, they bring something out in me. i... I don't want that something, I want my hats back....read more

There is a rose in Spanish Harlem A red rose up in Spanish Harlem It is a special one, it's never seen the sun It only comes out when the moon is on the run And all the stars...read more