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Letras

Slither (Velvet Revolver)

Hey Hey Hey

When you look you see right through me
Cut the rope, fell to my knees
Fallen, broken every single time

Always keep me under finger
That's the spot where you would (sue) me
But I see sometime pleasure in my mind

Yeah, here comes the water
It's come to wash away the sins of you and I
This time you see

Hey hey hey

When you seek me you destroy me
Rip my mind and smell the poppy's
Fallen blood in every single time

Always keep me under finger
That's the spot where you might linger
But I see sometime the pleasure in my mind

Yeah, here comes the water
It's come to wash away the sins of you and I
This time you see
Like holy water
It only burns you faster than you'll ever dry
This time with me

(guitar solo)

When you look you see right through me
Cut the rope, fell to my knees
Fallen and broken
Every single time

Yeah, here comes the water
It's come to wash away the sins of you and I
This time you see
Like holy water
It only burns you faster than you'll ever dry
This time with me

Hey, hey, hey

Born To Boogie (Hank Williams Jr.)

Well my momma met my daddy down in Alabama They tied the knot so here I am.
Born on the bayou on the Texas Line Loved Louisanana and raised on Jabalaya.
Now before I could walk I had a guitar in my hand by the time I could talk I had my own band,
went on the road when I was eight years old when I turned fifteen I was stealing the show.
Money to burn and the girls were pretty it didn't take me long to learn that I was born to boogie.

When I was eighteen I went to Hollywood I met Elvis, Marilyn and Johnny B. Goode,
Got my guitar painted in the California sun a red caddilac having to much fun.
Now we were playing them halls and jammin' then until they moved me on over to M.G.M.
They said this is the boy we've been telling you about, he lit a cigar and stuck his hand out.
He said son have we got a deal for you gonna make you a star give you fifty thousand too.
I told him my Momma didn't raise no fool.
I'll take your money, I'll make you a movie But I can tell ya' right now I am born to boogie.

Well my name is Bocephus I drink whiskey by the gallon and I never back down and I love a good challenge
what I do now is what I did then I like to get down with all my rowdy friends.
Now I can be sweet and I can be mean I still got my hat and I still wear my jeans
My shades are chromo my guitar is steal if you think I won't then believe me I will
Get down on you baby because I ain't no rookie I was put here to party and I was born to boogie

The Blues Man (Hank Williams Jr.)

I'm just a singer
Natural born guitar ringer
Kind of a clinger
To sad 'ol songs

I'm not a walk behind
I'm a new note finder
But my names a reminder
Of a blue's man thats already gone

So I started drinking
Took things that messed up my thinking
I was surely sinking
When you came along
I was alone in the hot lights
Not too much left inside
But she changed all that one night
When she sang me this song

Hey baby I love you
Hey baby I need you
Hey baby you ain't got to prove to me
You're some kind of macho man
You wasted so much of your life
Running through the dark night
Let me shine some love light
Down on the blues man

I got so sick from speeding
All the stuff they said I was needing
If I was to keep pleasing
All of my fans

I got cuffed on dirt roads
I got sued over no shows
But you came and took all that old load
Down off this blues man

Hey baby I love you too
Hey baby I need you
Hey baby I do get tired
Of this traveling band
I'm thirty years old now
Nights would be cold now
If you had'nt't stuck it out
With this blues man

I'm thirty years old now
Nights sure would be cold now
If you hadn't hung around
With this blues man

Dixie Chicken (Little Feat)

I've seen the bright lights of Memphis
And the Commodore Hotel
And underneath a street lamp I met a Southern belle
Well she took me to the river, where she cast her spell
And in that Southern moonlight, she sang a song so well
If you'll be my dixie chicken, I'll be your Tenessee lamb
And we can walk together down in dixieland
Down in dixieland

Well we made all the hot spots. My money flowed like wine
Then that low down Southern whiskey began to fog my mind
And I don't remember church bells or the money I put down
On the white picket fence and boardwalk of the house at the edge of town
But boy do I remember the strain of her refrain
The nights we spent together, and the way she called my name

If you'll be my dixie chicken, I'll be your Tenessee lamb
And we can walk together down in dixieland
Down in dixieland

Well it's been a year since she ran away
Yes that guitar player sure could play
She always liked to sing along
She's always handy with a song
Then one night in the lobby of the Commodore Hotel
I chanced to meet a bartender who said he knew her well
And as he handed me a drink he began to hum a song
And all the boys there, at the bar, began to sign along

If you'll be my dixie chicken, I'll be your Tenessee lamb
And we can walk together down in dixieland
Down in dixieland

My Brown Guitar (XTC)

In my heart, in my heart

You want some lovely, I got some lovely
In my head, in my head
Where the lions wear the right tie,
where the gems roar, there be lovely

You want some lovely, I got some lovely
In my bed, in my bed
Where the ocean wears the shore down
Where's the on switch?
There be lovely laying waiting ** for you

(Chorus)
We can play every day
We can play at being lovers
We can play every day
We can play on my brown guitar

(Repeat Chorus)

You want some lovely, I got some lovely
In my yard, in my yard
There be inchworm, there we football
Take my yardstick, stir some lovely
Laying waiting ** for you

You want some lovely, I got some lovely
In my field, in my field
There be green grass, there be pink skies
There be blue birds come and nest there

(Chorus X 2)

You want some lovely, I got some lovely
In my heart, in my heart for you

New Age Rock And Roll (Shuffle Delegation)

Electric solos and twirling drum sticks

Guitars on fire, thats how us rockers get our kicks

Distortion pedals and overdrive

Rock and Roll is still alive


Rock and Roll has more riffs to play

And Rock and Roll is here to stay

Rock and Roll is still around today

Cause Rock and Roll is here to stay


Since the dawn age of Rock it's been well taken

Each band had their own kind of music makin'

Heroes were made in each time and age

Like Robert Plant, John Paul Jones, Bonzo and Page


Rock and Roll has more riffs to play

And Rock and Roll is here to stay

Rock and Roll is still around today

Cause Rock and Roll is here to stay


Rock, its here to stay

This is our Rock, it's made it to this day

Rock, it's always been the rage

This is our Rock, in the new age

Rock and Roll will not take a toll

Rock and Roll is just Rock and Roll

Juice (Kurtis Blow)




I was walkin' down the avenue the other day
When I heard this crazy sound
It was nothing but a guy with a set of drums
But he was really gettin' down
He said my name is Jack and I'm a rhythm attack
When I got a pair of sticks in hand
I got savior faire on the bass and snare
And I'm here to take my stand
I got juice

The next to show was a guy named Joe
Came in from Kalamazoo
Had a Kango cap with a real smooth rap
And he knew just what to do
He was an outta work bricklayer,part-time conga player
Brought along a set of LP's
Don't do a lot of talkin',let my fingers do the walkin'
And I play just as pretty as you please
I got juice

There was a guy with a bass,had a handsome face
And designer clothes all around
He said I'm into threads,don't wear Pro Keds
But I can make that funky sound
I play Fender Jazz,I got razz-ma-tazz
I got style from head to toe
It's a funky sound that I learned uptown
And I'm here to let you know
I got juice

About a minute went by when another guy
Showed up with an old guitar
Well it hard to be from World War III
Or run over by a car
It don't look like much,but it's sweet to touch
They don't make'em like this today
It's been around,but check the sound
Then see what you say
I got juice

There was a dude with a bongo,came from the Congo
Had a rough beat of his own
He dressed real strangle,wore beads and chains
But he could rock you all alone
He said call me Chief and I've got relief
For those weary dancin' blues
I got jungle heat from a primative beat
And I know I'll move your shoes,HUH-HUH
I got juice

The next to show was Kurtis Blow
With timbales in his hands
Well I'm known for rap and I play with snap
And I think you'll understand
Now I was taught to play in a different way
By a dude known as Delgado
He said listen to me and you soon will be
A timbale desparato
I got juice

What do you say when you're bustin' loose
JUICE,JUICE
It's good for the gander and chilly for the goose
JUICE,JUICE
Breakin' out from that weekday noose
JUICE,JUICE
Gettin' down on the one and up on the deuce
JUICE.JUICE

Company Sin (The John Butler Trio)

Ben got a job, at the mine along the way
He said eveything was fine until that fateful day
thats when his life started to change,
the day he went to help and go blow up that mountain range
been moved to town a year ago or maybee more
staright out of high school,
the whole he had in store,
Wanted to travel, needed some dough
eveybody worked the mine why should he say no

Don't ask him why,
He can't explain, why
now things for him have changed
Its not his land
They're not his songs
he can't work out why he don't belong

(chorus) x2
He part of company
He part of company
He part of company sin
Wont someone please tell the lad when humbug did begin.

Now legend has it,
or so they say
The bones of an ancient people,
yeh thats where they lay
And their decendants hold close to heart,
oh that mountain range that ben was helping to blow apart
And so i said things for ben werent quite right
now hes waking up man screaming every single night
Hearing voices in different tounge
The screaming of the old
yeah the screaming of the young

Don't ask him why,
He can't explain, why
now things for him have changed
Its not his land
They're not his songs
he can't work out why he don't belong

(chorus) x2
He part of company
He part of company
He part of company sin
Wont someone please tell the lad when humbug did begin.

(guitar)

Now Bens moved on
job left him a while back
Now he's thanking God that his boss gave him the sack.
But in the mirror, yes he can face
The day he stopped helping go blow up that sacred place

(chorus) x2
He part of company
He part of company
He part of company sin
now he noes when all that humbug did begin

Circus (Tom Waits)

We put up our tent on a dark
green knoll, outside of town by
the train tracks and a seagull dump
Topping the bill was Horse Face Ethel
and her 'Marvellous Pigs In Satin'

We pounded our stakes in the ground
All powder brown
And the branches spread like scary
fingers reaching
We were in a pasture outside Kankakee

And One Eyed Myra, the queen of
the galley who trained the
ostrich and the camels
She looked at me squinty with her
one good eye in a Roy Orbison
T-shirt as she bottle fed
an orangutan named Tripod

And then there was
Yodeling Elaine the
queen of the air who wore a
dollar sign medallion and she
had a tiny bubble of spittle
around her nostril and a
little rusty tear, for she had
lassoed and lost another
tipsy sailor

And over in
the burnt yellow tent
by the frozen tractor, the
music was like electric sugar
And Zuzu Bolin played
'Stavin' Chain' and Mighty
Tiny on the saw and he
threw his head back with a
mouth full of gold teeth
And they played 'Lopsided heart'
And 'Moon over Dog Street'

And by the time they played 'Moanin Low'
I was soakin' wet and wild eyed
And Doctor Bliss slipped me a
preparation and I fell asleep with
'Livery Stable Blues' in my ear

And me and Molley Hoey drank
Pruno and Koolaid and she had a
tattoo gun made out of a cassette
motor and a guitar string and
she soaked a hanky in 3 Roses
and rubbed it on the spot
and drew a rickety heart and
a bent arrow and it hurt like hell

And Funeral Wells spun
Poodle Murphy on the target
as he threw his hardware,
Only once in Sheboygan did he miss
at a matinee on Diamond Pier and
she'd never let him forget it

They were doing two shows and she
had a high fever and he took
off a piece of her ear and
Tip Little told her she should
leave the bum
but Poodle said, "He fetched me
last time I run."
But I'd like to hammer this ring into a bullet
And I wish I had some whiskey and a gun
my dear

And I wish I had some whiskey and a gun
my dear

I Bought Myself a Liarbird (XTC)

I bought myself a liarbird
He came with free drinks just to blur
The lies falling out like rain
On an average English summer's afternoon

I bought myself a new notebook
Sharpened my guitar and went to look
If this biz was just as bongo as the liarbird made out

All he would say
Is ``I can make you famous''
All he would say
All he would say
``Just like a household name'' is
All he would say

Methinks world is for you
Made of what you believe
If it's false or if it's true
You can read it in your bible
Or on the back of this record sleeve

I bought myself a liarbird
Things got more and more absurd
It changed to a cuckoo
And expanded filling up with all I gave

I bought myself a big mistake
He grew too greedy, bough will break
And then we will find that liarbirds
Are really flightless on their own

All he would say
Is ``I can make you famous''
All he would say
All he would say
``Just like a household name'' is
All he would say

Methinks world is for you
There's no handing it back
If it's false or it's true
You can read it in your prayer book
Or on the side of a cornflake pack

I gave away a liarbird
A couple less drinks and now I've heard
The truth shining out like sun
On an average English winter's afternoon


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