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Thursday, 31 July 2014
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Letras

Looking Back (John Mayall)

As I was walking down the street
A pretty girl did I meet
She's looking all so sweet
Got a major from her head to her feet

I was looking back to see
If she was looking back to see
If I was looking back at her

She glowed with such a beautiful smile
She must have been a beautiful child
Man she was all so neat
A major from her head to her feet

I was looking back to see
If she was looking back to see
If I was looking back at her

- Guitar Solo -

Her hair was curly shining bright
Her shoes in black were just delight
She wore the very best of clothes
And also black and nylon hose

I was looking back to see
If she was looking back to see
If I was looking back at her

As I was walking down the street
A pretty girl did I meet
She was looking all so sweet
Got a major from her head to her feet

I was looking back
She was looking back
I was looking back at her

I was looking back to see
If she was looking back to see
If I was looking back at her

All Stripped Down (Tom Waits)

Well, the time will come
When the wind will shout
All stripped down
All stripped down
And all the sinners know
What I'm talking about
All stripped down
All stripped down
When all the creatures of the world
Are gonna line up at the gate

And you better be on time
And better not be late
All stripped
All stripped down

Well you know in your heart
What you gotta bring
All stripped down
All stripped down
No big mink coat
No diamond ring
All stripped down
All stripped down

Well take off your paint
Take off your rouge
All stripped down
All stripped down
Let your backbone flip
And let your spirit shine thru
I want you all stripped
All stripped
All stripped down

All the men we got
Well they're goin' down the drain
All stripped down
All stripped down
And when I see your sadness
On a river of shame
All stripped down
All stripped down

You got to raise up
Both the quick and the dead
All stripped down
All stripped down
With no shoes on your feet
No hat on your head
I want you all stripped down
ALl stripped
All stripped down

Ain't nothin' in my heart
But fire for you
All stripped down
All stripped down
With my rainy hammer
And a heat that's true
I want you all stripped
All stripped
All stripped down

Tom Waits: Vocal, Percussion
Larry Taylor: Upright Bass
Joe Gore: Guitar

Rainy Day Women #12 & 35 (Bob Dylan & The Band)

Well, they'll stone ya when you're trying to be so good,
They'll stone ya just a-like they said they would.
They'll stone ya when you're tryin' to go home.
Then they'll stone ya when you're there all alone.
But I would not feel so all alone,
Everybody must get stoned.

Well, they'll stone ya when you're walkin' 'long the street.
They'll stone ya when you're tryin' to keep your seat.
They'll stone ya when you're walkin' on the floor.
They'll stone ya when you're walkin' to the door.
But I would not feel so all alone,
Everybody must get stoned.

They'll stone ya when you're at the breakfast table.
They'll stone ya when you are young and able.
They'll stone ya when you're tryin' to make a buck.
They'll stone ya and then they'll say, "good luck."
Tell ya what, I would not feel so all alone,
Everybody must get stoned.

Well, they'll stone you and say that it's the end.
Then they'll stone you and then they'll come back again.
They'll stone you when you're riding in your car.
They'll stone you when you're playing your guitar.
Yes, but I would not feel so all alone,
Everybody must get stoned.

Well, they'll stone you when you walk all alone.
They'll stone you when you are walking home.
They'll stone you and then say you are brave.
They'll stone you when you are set down in your grave.
But I would not feel so all alone,
Everybody must get stoned.

They Call Me Hurricane (Stevie Ray Vaughan)

Well they call me hurricane an' i've come to play in your town
Yeah they call hurricane an' i've come to play in your town
If you don't like my music i'm sure gonna drive to your town

Yeah i like my pocket full of money....my whiskey, gin and wine
Yes i like my pocket full of money....my whiskey, gin and wine

Y'all can come to dinner....love my lovin' all the time

Yeah they call me hurricane an' i've come to play in your town
Yeah they call me hurricane an' i've come to play in your town
If i can't play this guitar i'm sure gonna drive to your town

Believe In Myself (Karen Brake)

When all alone in my chair, I just go about wishing
I wanna be strong, I really wanna be trusted
When all alone in my bed, I just go about yearning
I wanna be cool, I also wanna be like him

But that's not something I can do so easily
This is not simply my way, my style
Gotta get a hold of my life

* I wanna fly high
So I can reach the highest of all the heavens
Somebody will be waiting for me so,
I have got to fly higher

Gotta keep goin'
Everything is a brand new challenge for me
I will believe in myself
This is the only start for me

When all alone in my sleep, I just go about dreaming
I see myself there, having the same adventure

If I just follow you, I will never see the light
Now is the time to find my way through this life
I'm trying so hard to be strong

* Repeat

(Guitar solo)

Many friends help me out, in return I help them
Certain things I can do and there are things that only I can do
No one's alone!

* Repeat

Mark David Chapman (...And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead)

We pierced the side of the idol
With the sharpened neck of an electric guitar
Bottled the water from the wound
Holy relic, the essence of star
But what does she care, it's just another blank stare
To a world that loves and hates you on a dare
Where the orphans ask the widows the meaning of 'fair'
So let this be a drink to quench this uncontrollable thirst
Tie the belt a notch tighter around anxious hearts set to burst
And when this once at least gilded cage has been
Stripped bare of flesh cold and numb
What have you done, Mark David Chapman?

Let all the desperate hours of boredom
Lead you to some meaning of truth
Bumps and bruises and notebooks for heaven's jury as proof
The emotions were shrink wrapped, sold as scraps
Choose any scene from the vending machine
Somewhere lost in the night, a satellite transmitted dream
Industrial revolutions of the soul interchangeable hearts it's manufacturing
If we wear out each other it's okay, just go buy another
So let this be a drink to calm the shaking hands that you've found
Let this be release, forever unwound.

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Such A Scream (Tom Waits)

Well pale face said
To the eyeball kid
She just goes clank and boom and steam
A halo, wings, horns, and a tail
Shovelling coal inside my dreams
There are no laws
She's made of cream
She's such a scream

Qui bon tres bien, nails in cement
A Donnie gal from mortal clay
The plow is red
The well is full,
Inside the dollhouse of her skull
A cheetah coat fills up with steam
She's such a scream

All crooked lines
Her fireplace
A milktrain so clean
Machine gun haste
You'll ride the only wall of shame
And drag that chain across the state
Her lips are red
She is the queen
She's such a scream...

Tom Waits: Vocal, Guitar, Percussion
Brain: Drums
Ralph Carney: Alto & Tenor Sax

Old Lighthouse Tale (Novembre)

Life blows cold at my face now
And I see it and I suffer it again
A frame after the other
A second after the other

A guitar screams as I reach my last shore
In front of me there's just a sea
The immense sea of a last goodbye
And behind me, emptiness
Just the emptiness of a life

I've tried, but I can't see nothing else
No more romanticism in this waves
No more poetry in the eternal hate
Between the sea and the sky

Hate, hate breeding the unreachability of the horizon

I felt the fury of centuries eating this rocks away
I've seen the millennia sweeping away millions of mortals
Dying still searching for the meaning of this striving in vain
Striving just to disappear into the oblivion of an abyss

These waves to infinity are calling me know
And I'd never thought their call could ever be so irresistible
I join them, I drown in them, I lust with them, I pass
I pass away by them as I'm as one with them now

Convicted (Darkane)

Condemned to spend my life in darkness
Being punished beyond all sanity
Forever paying harmless sins
Bleak surroundings breaking my soul
Grotesque
Anger
Is killing
My
Passion for life
Going insane
No more dreams
Free me from pain
Convicted
Now here to hide my horrid feelings
Isolated, in this dreadful hell
Possessed by human life outside
Doomed and banished from reality
Grotesque
Anger
Is killing
My
Passion for life
Going insane
No more dreams
Free me from pain
Convicted

The final torment takes away the fear
No more suffering, now the end is near
Escape obscurity, make the sacrifice
Had to pay the inevitable price
Grotesque
Anger
Is killing
My
Passion for life
Going insane
No more dreams
Free me from pain
Convicted

[Lead: Malmstrom]
[Twin guitars: Malmstrom/Ideberg]

Pretty Dirty (Every Time I Die)

The great American mischief has muted our hearts and our rhythms are met with the inharmonious grunts of electric guitars
It's all but too much
Nobody out there believes the obscene are reprieved
Everybody get fed up
My baby better get high, I've got something I need to confess
The dead men talking are longing for so much more than simply the obvious. Cut us off. We're suffering, hysterical, lighting flares from the foot of her bed. I've been begging you for less mercy than this. But the only thing you need to know is that you never wanted to know. Take it off, take it back, or take cover because we're nearing a nerve. Dead is wasted on the patient so make haste and head for the wake. Now the hornets inhabit the hearts we've abandoned. We are gone. Cast aside our clothes like funeral roses, and dance straight through the psalm. I'm dead in the water. Don't come for me. I was once alive in the deserts eyes on the day it wed the sea. I drew a chalk outline around your city. Hushed the sobs in your halls. But we both know it's killer, baby he'll outrun them all. There is so much shame in how little we've gained for so long. Now the sky is falling. And you're just repeating every word I say. You are not listening close enough. It's a catastrophe. You have not been concentrating. Pay attention there will be an exam
Build an ark
Come bring us back to the ruin
Drifting out of our heads
Taped off the sky above your city
Dusted for prints on the chapel wall
But we all know that it's killer, baby I will outrun them all


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