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• Artiste: Frank Turner
• Titre: Nica
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Calm down Nica You don't have to wait outside Of the Stanhope for the doctor Charlie Parker woke up in Your apartment, on the sofa And he'll be fine, once he's walked it off And he'll meet you, in the front row Of the Five Spot around midnight So load up the Bentley And bring the hollowed-out bible With the whiskey, 52nd Street No phone calls from the cops or from Your family, can reach you They all know you, you're famous in Your fur coat, with Thelonius The high priest and the baroness The cats all called you a butterfly But that's not quite right Pannonica is a moth Known to come alive in the dark of night She might flutter by your table She might whisper something secret in your ear "You only need to hear one piece of advice Each of us only gets one life" So calm down Nica You don't have to drive on down To Baltimore, anymore The Cabaret Card's waiting In the morning mail, your mercy missions For musicians didn't fail The unyears, they are over You're forever black, brown, beige The bebop baroness The cats all called you a butterfly But that's not quite right Pannonica is a moth Known to come alive in the dark of night She might flutter by your table She might whisper something secret in your ear "You only need to hear one piece of advice Each of us only gets one life" Nica spent hers flying She was freer than the French She always said "Just listen to the music, man And throw your heart over the fence And the rest will follow"