Showing posts with label Blues Rock. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Blues Rock. Show all posts
Wednesday, December 31, 2014
Tuesday, December 30, 2014
Monday, December 01, 2014
Wednesday, October 01, 2014
Monday, September 01, 2014
Monday, August 11, 2014
Thursday, June 26, 2014
Wednesday, June 25, 2014
Tuesday, June 24, 2014
Saturday, May 17, 2014
Wednesday, May 14, 2014
Wednesday, March 26, 2014
Standing On The Edge Of Love
Artist: BB King
Late last night I was dreaming
I was dreaming of your charms
I was standing
On the edge of love, darling
With you in my arms
Well you whispered sweet things
And told me
That you loved me and always be true
And you'd stand
On the edge of love with me
If I'd stand with you
I'm standing on the edge of love
Just about to slip and fall
Standing on the edge of love, darling
Waiting on your call
You know I'm standing on the edge of love
Just about to lose my mind
Standing on the edge of love, darling
Waiting on you one more time
Now a young man's mind will wander
Wander to distant shores
If you'll just come here
And stand with me
I won't wander no more
I promise to stop all of my gambling
Even stop staying out late all night
Might even settle down and have babies
Treat ourselves right
'Cause a young man's dreams are many
Lord, so few come true
So if you'll just come here
And stand with me
I'll stand with you
That's why I say you know
I'm standing on the edge of love
Just about to slip and fall
Standing on the edge of love, darling
Waiting on your call, that's why I say
You know, I'm standing on the edge of love
Just about to lose my mind
Standing on the edge of love, darling
Waiting on you one more time
That's why I'm standing, standing
Standing, yes, I'm standing
Standing on the edge of love
Waiting on you one more time
That's why I'm standing, standing
Standing, yes, I'm standing
Standing on the edge of love
Waiting on you one more time
That's why I'm standing, standing
Standing, yes, I'm standing
Standing on the edge of love
One more time
Thursday, February 27, 2014
Sunday, October 27, 2013
Ghost
Artist: Clutch
Scenes from the movie "The Assassination Of Jesse James By The Coward Robert Ford"
The leather soles go shufflin' in
Stinking of smoke and ten cent gin
Now who will toast our noble host
Who has this mornin' given up the ghost?
The wooden coffer hand to hand
Kind words are offered silent prayers
But she is satisfied the most
While stabbing madly at the roast
The rib of adam the eyes of eve
The sons of cain receive no reprieve
The rib of adam the eyes of eve
The sons of cain receive no reprieve
The creditor rides with his men
The death of debtors he won't forgive
They repossess his silver eyes
Now in the potter's field he lies
The rib of adam the eyes of eve
The sons of cain receive no reprieve
The rib of adam the eyes of eve
The sons of cain receive no reprieve
Waitin' for a dead man's shoes
Have you heard the latest news?
Lazarus is back from the dead
Lookin' as one would expect
Drippin' with the waters of sheol
Babblin' about body and soul
And then he found his wife in their bed
Buck naked and already wed
The tax collector beneath his sheets
The door swings open floorboards creak
Now who will toast our noble host
Who has this mornin' given up the ghost?
The rib of adam the eyes of eve
The sons of cain receive no reprieve
The rib of adam the eyes of eve
The sons of cain receive no reprieve
The rib of adam the eyes of eve
The sons of cain will receive no reprieve
The rib of adam the eyes of eve
The sons of cain will receive will receive
Sunday, September 22, 2013
The Severed Garden
Artist: Jim Morrison
A Feast Of Friends
Wow, I'm sick of doubt.
Live in the light of certain
South
Cruel bindings.
The servants have the power.
Dog-men and their mean women.
Pulling poor blankets over our sailors.
I'm sick of dour faces staring at me from the TV Tower.
I want roses in my garden bower, dig?
Royal babies, rubies,
must now replace aborted strangers in the mud.
These mutants, blood-meal, for the plant that's plowed.
They are waiting to take us into the severed garden.
Do you know how pale and wanton thrillful
comes death on a strange hour?
Unannounced, unplanned for.
Like a scaring over-friendly guest
you've brought to bed.
Death makes angels of us all
and gives us wings
where we had shoulders,
smooth as raven's claws.
No more money, no more fancy dress.
This other kingdom seems by far the best.
Until it's other jaw reveals incest
and loose obedience to a vegetable law.
I will not go.
Prefer a Feast of Friends
To the Giant Family.
Friday, September 06, 2013
Sunday, July 14, 2013
Thursday, July 11, 2013
Drowning In Tears
Artist: Gary Moore
The woman I love doesn't want me
I'm having to face my worst fears
She's promised her heart to another
Feel like I'm drowning in tears
She is the one I have lived for
I've waited for so many years
Now she is leaving me lonely
Feel like I'm drowning in tears
I was the one who waited in last year
Sending you kisses from the stars
I was the one who fought relentlessly
Wishing you hadn't gone so far
Sunday, June 16, 2013
Monday, June 10, 2013
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
