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The Rolling Stones - Memory Motel
Memory Motel
Hannah honey was a peachy kind of girl
Her eyes were hazel
And her nose were slightly curved
We spent a lonely night at the Memory Motel
It's on the ocean, I guess you know it well
It took a starry to steal my breath away
Down on the water front
Her hair all drenched in spray
Hannah baby was a honey of a girl
Her eyes were hazel
And her teeth were slightly curved
She took my guitar and she began to play
She sang a song to me
Stuck right in my brain
You're just a memory of a love
That used to be
You're just a memory of a love
That used to mean so much to me
She got a mind of her own
And she use it well
Well she's one of a kind
She's got a mind
She got a mind of her own
And she use it mighty fine
She drove a pick-up truck
Painted green and blue
The tires were wearing thin
She turned a mile or two
When I asked her where she headed for
"Back up to Boston I'm singing in a bar"
I got to fly today on down to Baton Rouge
My nerves are shot already
The road ain't all that smooth
Across in Texas is the rose of San Antone
I keep on a feeling that's gnawing in my bones
You're just a memory of a love
That used to mean so much to me
You're just a memory girl
You're just a sweet memory
And it used to mean so much to me
Sha la la la la
She got a mind of her own
And she use it well
Mighty fine, she's one of a kind
On the seventh day my eyes were all a glaze
We've been ten thousand miles
Been in fifteen states
Every woman seemed to fade out of my mind
I hit the bottle and hit the sack and cried
What's all this laughter on the 22nd floor
It's just some friends of mine
And they're busting down the door
Been a lonely night at the Memory Motel
Memory Hotel
Hannah era uma especie doce de menina
Seus olhos estavam aveludados
E seu nariz foi ligeiramente curvado
Passamos uma noite solitária no Memory Motel
É sobre o oceano, eu acho que você sabe muito bem
Levou em forma de estrela para roubar minha respiração
Desceu sobre a água da frente
Seu cabelo todo encharcado de spray
Hannah baby era um doce de menina
Seus olhos estavam aveludados
E seus dentes foram ligeiramente curvados
Ela pegou meu violão e começou a tocar
Ela cantou uma música para mim
Ficou preso no meu cérebro
Você é apenas uma memória de amor
Que costumava ser
Você é apenas uma memória de amor
Que costumava significar tanto para mim
Ela tem uma mente própria
E ela usa bem
Bem ela é um tipo
Ela tem uma mente
Ela tem uma mente própria
E ela usa bem
Ela dirigia uma pick-up
Pintada de verde e azul
Os pneus foram se esgotando
Ela virou uma ou duas milhas
Quando eu perguntei onde ela iria chefiar
"De volta a Boston estou cantando em um bar"
Eu tenho que voar para Baton Rouge
Meus nervos estão baleados
A estrada não é toda suave
Do outro do Texas,é a rosa de San Antone
Eu continuo com a sensação que roê meus ossos
Você é apenas uma memória de amor
Que costumava significar tanto para mim
Você é apenas uma memória garota
Você é apenas uma doce memória
E costumava significar tanto para mim
Sha la la la la
Ela tem uma mente própria
E ela usa bem
Muito poderosa,ela é uma dessa tipo
Nó sétimo dia meus olhos estavam todos brilhando
Tem sido dez mil milhas
Já estive em quinze estados
Toda mulher parecia desaparecer da minha mente
Bati a garrafa e bati no saco e chorei
Que risada é essa no 22º andar
Apenas alguns dos meus amigos
E eles vão arrentar a porta
Foi uma noite solitário no Memory Hotel
Dire Straits - Sultans of Swing
You get a shiver in the dark,
It's raining in the park, but meantime:
South of the river, you stop and you hold everything.
A band is blowin' Dixie, double-four time.
You feel alright when you hear that music play.
You step inside, but you don't see too many faces.
Comin' in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down.
Competition in other places...
But the horns, they blowin' that sound.
Way on down south,
Way on down south, London-town
Check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords.
But it's strictly rhythm; he doesn't want to make it cry or sing.
If any old guitar is all he can afford,
When he gets up under the lights to play his thing.
And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene.
He's got a daytime job, he's doing alright.
He can…
It's raining in the park, but meantime:
South of the river, you stop and you hold everything.
A band is blowin' Dixie, double-four time.
You feel alright when you hear that music play.
You step inside, but you don't see too many faces.
Comin' in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down.
Competition in other places...
But the horns, they blowin' that sound.
Way on down south,
Way on down south, London-town
Check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords.
But it's strictly rhythm; he doesn't want to make it cry or sing.
If any old guitar is all he can afford,
When he gets up under the lights to play his thing.
And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene.
He's got a daytime job, he's doing alright.
He can…
COLWELL-WINFIELD BLUES BAND
Psychedelic / Blues Rock)
A group from Boston (Massachusetts), formed in 1967. In 1968, released on the label "Verve Forecast" album "Cold Wind Blues", breaking all the frames and stereotypes of "classical" blues using flute and saxophones. The band is also known for having performed at the Fillmore West / Winterland festival in 1969 on the same venue as Led Zeppelin, Julie Driscoll, "Brian Auger And The Trinity".
Tracks:
01. Free Will Fantasy - 0:00
02. Got A Mind - 4:28
03. Dead End Street - 11:27
04. Cold Wind Blues - 19:30
05. Whole Lot Of Lovin '- 24:24
06. Going Down Slow - 28:02
07. Govinda - 32:52
Bonuses:
08. Wing Is Singing - 39:57
09. Cold Wind Blues (Ver 2) - 44:11
10. Whole Lot Of Lovin '(Ver. 2) - 48:16
Personnel:
Charles "Moose" Sorrento - vocals, piano
Bill Colwell - guitar
Jack Schroer - alto & tenor & soprano saxophones
Collin Tilton - tenor saxophone, flute
Mike Winfield - bass
Chuck Purro - drums
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