CHRIS ROBINSON - 40 DAYS

¡¡Puro rock and roll!! ¡¡ WOW !!

Este tío no sólo nos hace mover los pies con los Black Crowes...

Lost in the equinox lightening flash in a blood red sky
Another game of paradox got the angels choosing sides
Last word of a pistol poem
A faded note on a torn back page
And from the mountain rolls the thunder who has escaped its gilded cage
So be safely on your way and heed the words I say

Forty days, boys
Forty days
You'll have to leave what you can't carry
Forty days, boys
Forty days
And I hope that you are ready, well are you ready?

Your words are sad with wisdom and as you speak they float away
In to some mystic vision that holds back this heavy rain
You who have never swam the river
You who have never much as cared
You who now seeks solace will find no comfort here
Fear is never kind
As it creeps into your mind

Forty days, boys
Forty days
You'll have to leave what you can't carry
Forty days, boys
Forty days
Well I hope that you are ready
Said, are you ready?

How long must I wait?
How long must I wait?
For the river to run dry, for you to look me in the eye
How long must I wait?

The savage hooks of midnight, have pierced your milk white skin
tattooed in gold dust splendor
A jeweled thrown you ascend
So be safely on your way and heed the words I say

CANCIONES PARA EL VERANO: 14. CRY OF LOVE - PRETTY AS YOU PLEASE

I said "Get it in gear, let me make just one thing clear."
No-one told me, someone sold me.
I said "Colour my mind, 'cause the questions hard to find."
Won't you tell me, don't you sell me.

You got to hold your bullets, baby.
You know I got a right to plead.
You're about a rollin' mover honey,
Living pretty as you please.

Won't you take off that disguise, I can't see it in your eyes.
Where's the shelter, where's the shelter.
Oh! I ain't no disgrace but you can see it in my face,
It's gettin' better, gettin' better now.

You got to hold your bullets, baby.
You know I got a right to plead.
You're about a rollin' mover honey,
Living pretty as you please.

You got to hold your bullets, baby.
You know I got a right to plead.
You're about a rollin' mover honey,
Living pretty as you please.

Yeah-yeah-Hey-Yeah !
I said "Get it in gear." "Get it in gear."
"Get it in gear." "Get it in gear."
You're a rollin' mover honey.
You know I got a right to plead.
Living pretty as you please.
Living pretty as you please, now.
Living pretty as you please.
Living pretty as you please, now.