then it's not so easy: just about Moon River did all their own version.
Audrey Hepburn:
few bales! One that the princess Sissi did anorexia a trend a few tricks up his sleeve had to have him there. The book, which I discovered thanks to a compliment which I could not repay it and I pretended to ignore, is the work of Truman Capote. I put it in whishlist, and while I think the scene of her going into the alley in the rain looking for the cat I would put today to whine to the fontanel. I am a fucking romantic porcoboia!
In the book, however, her spring and disappears with the cat millionaire.
Frank Sinatra crooner
Eris in aeternum. When I put up the video I have exploded in a shower of glitter, perfume hookers in Las Vegas, winks at the audience and the taste of drinking a bottle of bourbon on fettuccine.
Dean Martin:
As above, but more drunk.
Louis Armstrong: When
the highest expression of genius is the clown, I can not love who does. Marpione old negro!
Fausto Papetti:
Rhythm accelerated effects seventies. Overall a shit (but thanks anyway for the record covers, Fausto: who denies having explored the mind until the last millimeter. Or is it a woman).
REM
Hello, we are REM and we're singing something.
Paul Anka:
CIA CIA CIA. My vocal cords do not stand up. CIA CIA cia. I've got d'anna
Barbra Streisand:
nothing about that. Something you have to sing every now and then.
Richard Clayderman:
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