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Erscheinungsdatum: 10/2009
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Album: By 7:30
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Durch das erscheinen dieses Albums machte sich Vonda einen Namen bei vielen führenden Musikproduzenten. Es überstieg mal wieder alle Erwartungen um Löngen. "By 7:30" weißt eine Unzahl von wunderschönen Songs auf. Viele von ihnen sind auch auf neueren Platten von Vonda zu hören wie z.B. "Confetti", "This Is Crazy Now", "Baby Don't You Break My Heart Slow" und "You & Me".
Dieser Sampler bringt neuen Schwung. Man merkt das Vonda nicht nur wunderschöne Songtexte hat , sondern das man zu ihren Songs auch wunderschön Tanzen kann.
Erscheinungsdatum: 04/1999
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Songtext
Confetti
skinny little brats
walking down avenue a
dangling their cigarettes
their independence day
tears like filigrees
wear them on their sleeves
nobody's main squeeze
it's thirty five degrees
poetry of ordinary life is what i live for
they just wanna be seen
they just wanna be heard said
my words are like confetti
and you never pick them up
they fall to the ground
i need someone to lift me up
so diaphanous so ephemeral
and all those bad words
they never learned in school
groovy like my mamma was
in her black turtle neck
she was so high strung
she was so low tech
poetry and tattooed dreams
and fourteen caret nose rings
the children of elite
are trying to be street saying
my words are like confetti
and you never pick them up
they fall to the ground
i need someone to lift me up
repeat chorus
walking down avenue a
dangling their cigarettes
their independence day
tears like filigrees
wear them on their sleeves
nobody's main squeeze
it's thirty five degrees
poetry of ordinary life is what i live for
they just wanna be seen
they just wanna be heard said
my words are like confetti
and you never pick them up
they fall to the ground
i need someone to lift me up
so diaphanous so ephemeral
and all those bad words
they never learned in school
groovy like my mamma was
in her black turtle neck
she was so high strung
she was so low tech
poetry and tattooed dreams
and fourteen caret nose rings
the children of elite
are trying to be street saying
my words are like confetti
and you never pick them up
they fall to the ground
i need someone to lift me up
repeat chorus