"All along the Watchover" Jeff Healey (live London)
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I WAS ROUND WHEN JESUS CHRIST HAD HIS MOMENT OF DOUBT AND PAIN. MADE DAMN SURE THAT PILATE WASH HIS HANDS,SEALED HIS FATE. PLEASE TO MEET YOU, BABY... más
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Habla de: jeff healey, musica
Hellcat es una productora que montaron los Rancid,(una escision de la Epitaph),aunque no estoy muy seguro lo que tiene que ver con la de Madonna,QUE NO RECUERDO CUAL ES,pero es una de las tochas y millonarias.Los Rancid prefirieron montarse la suya propia,"rechazando"una gran oferta de la diosa Madonna.Ademas lo puse,porque aparece el fallecido Joe Strummer(de los Clash)con su banda,Los Mescaleros,(entre muchos otros grupos del sello HELLCAT)PuNk,a ToPe.El video esta dirigido por Tim Armstron...
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The world is a vampire, sent to drain Secret destroyers, hold you up to the flames And what do I get, for my pain? Betrayed desires, and a piece of the game Even though I know - I suppose I'll show All my cool and cold - like old job Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage Then someone will say what is lost can never be saved Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage Now I'm naked, nothing but an anima...
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Tema flores!!!Superconocido,por lo k meto esta version de su satanica majestad!! y cia. Well, when youre sitting there In your silk upholstered chair Talking to some rich folks that you know Well I hope you wont see me In my ragged company You know I could never be alone Take me down little susie, take me down I know you think youre the queen of the underground And you can send me dead flowers every morning Send me dead flowers by the mail Send me dead flowers to my wedding...
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Good morning dear, I think I'm losing it Can't find my way and i'm, I'm getting used to it Sun refused to shine on this side of the street I'm not recognizing anyone I meet Trying to hide in the shadow of the sun You're not fooling anyone Oh, acetone Won't you ever leave me alone? Oh, acetone Oh, acetone Look at me and answer truthful now Did you drink that last spoonful down? She drinks from the bitter cup I'm trying to get her to give it up Oh, lord what have we become...
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