Mentionsy

Dysondery, all the way to there All the way to there, all the way to there Dysondery, all the way to there

In the deep dark hills of eastern Kentucky That's the place where I trace my bloodline And it's there I read On a hillside gravestone You will never leave heart

Oh, my grandfather's dad crossed the Cumberland mountain, where he took a pretty girl to be his bride.

Grandma sold out cheap And they moved out west of Pineville To a farm where big Richland River was And I bet they danced them a jig And laughed and sang a new song Who said we'd never leave Harlem alone

But the times they got hard And tobacco wasn't selling And old granddad knew what he'd do to survive He went and dug for Harlan Cole And sent the money back to grandma But he never left Harlan alone Where the sun comes up

Przed tygodniem przedstawiłem The Bird, pierwszy zespół UDA, z którym był związany w latach 1964-67, a dziś drugi, kolejny zespół, z którym UDA się związał, The Creation.

Dziś strona A-singla z zespołem Ronnie Wood, z zespołem The Creation.

Jednym z nich były The Vonner Sisters.

The Wailers.

The Wailers.

Próbkę takiego rocka spod znaku Chucka Barrego usłyszymy za chwilę w wykonaniu The Wailers.

Here the bar cook all the people to the sideshow

Fairy tales came true there in our wonderful land of joy.

I am just a boy, not a mighty man, but your love gives me strength to do the best that I can.

Just a boy unwise and full of fears But your love brings to me The wisdom of many years Though I'm young I still can understand

You are just the girl I will love till I die.

You are just the girl I will love till I die

I don't feel very much like talking No neither walking You wanna know if I can dance?

Yes I already told you in the first verse And in the chorus But I will give you one more chance

Give me absolute control Over every living soul Come lie beside me, baby That's an order Give me crack and anal sex Take the only tree that's left Stuff it up the hole In your culture

Paul I've seen the future, brother It is murder Things are gonna slide Slide in all direction Won't be nothing Nothing you can measure anymore The blizzard

The blizzard of the world has crossed the threshold And it's overturned the order of the soul They say repent, repent, repent, repent I wonder what they meant You don't know me from the wind

Your servant's here, he has been told To say it clear, to say it cold It's over, it ain't going any further Now the wheels of heaven stop Feel the levels rise and drop Get ready for the future It is murder

It's four in the morning, the end of December one.

There's music on Clinton Street all through the evening.

Deep in the desert You're living for nothing now I hope you're keeping some kind of record Yes, and Jane came

She said that you gave it to the moon At night when you planned to call it clear Did you ever go clear?

The last time I saw you You looked so much older

When she came back She was nobody's wife Yes, I see you There with the rose in your teeth One more thing did she feel

And what can I tell you, my brother, my killer?

Thanks for the trouble you took from her eyes I thought it was there for good, so I never tried

Every year measure how tall And just like a work of art Tell the stories of me

Let the years go here behind, behind.

Let the years we're here be kind, be kind.

The fragrance of those promises you never dared to vow The splinters that you carried The cross you left behind

Come healing of the mind And let the heavens hear it The penitential hymn Come healing of the spirit

Come healing of the little moon Behold the gates of mercy In arbitrary space And none of us

Deserving the cruelty or the grace Of the solitude of longing While love has been confined Come healing of the body

Oh, see the darkness yielding That tore the light apart Come healing of the reason Come healing of the heart

Oh, troubled dust Concealing An undivided love The harp in ease Is teaching To the broken heart

And let the heavens hear it, and let the earth proclaim, call the healing of the altered.

Oh longing of the branches to lift the little bud Oh longing of

Jeg är illen, sa han och jag vet, att jag älskar din stolthet på den en som hel.

And you shall be a true love of mine Tell him to hang it on the underthread

Parsi, sage, rosemary and thyme Between the sea foam and the sea sand And you shall be a true love of mine Are you going to sky?