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Oh raven haired woman!
In black, surrounded by crows
met you at the crossroads
Straight to the gates of Hell
Gotta be strong!
Gotta be smart!
Oh! I don’t know... i feel so dazed and confused
Listen! Listen, you need to know something!
An old hear less woman just told me about you
I asked her
What's in it for me? You’re drawing so near
She said "you saw my eyes, you got your answer right here”
I guess i´ve been lucky...
But luck won´t be enough for you!
I got four of a kind
Your eyes, they tell of a flush
Gotta stop now!
Gotta fold now!
Oh! Dear lady, I’ve had better fortunes than this
Oh dear Lord!
She's got me on my knees!
Oh dear Lord!
She's got me on my knees!
Oh God almighty!
She put a black magic spell on me!
No OHHH!
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it´s 4:00 am
i just can´t sleep
i hear your voice
i feel your breathe
what once was joy
was turned to ash
what gave me a reason
now gives me pain
and now i wonder
what´s left for me
since you were gone
i feel incomplete
You left me hollow
You left my sins
You took my life
i feel so sick...
You left me hollow
You left my sins
You took my life
i feel so sick...
it's 4:00 am
i just can't sleep
i see you face
i feel your skin
what made me live
the best of me
you took it over
and now it's sunk deep
and now i wonder
what's left of me
i wait for dawn
i need some sleep...
You left me hollow
You left my sins
You took my life
i feel so sick...
You left me hollow
You left my sins
You took my life
i feel so sick...
You left me hollow
You left my sins
You took my life
i feel so sick...
I need your love
I need it please
Oh! Stay with me
I'm on my kness...
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Absence of meaning dictated her life
no reasons, no chances, no answers, no time
She was a loner, her soul turned black
no pain, no emotions, so tired of their lies
She was alone at that old cold stage
She was so anxious she just couldn’t breathe
Fingers prepared to hit the right chord
as the reds of the tuner turned into green
Play the blues Mrs. Bloomfield!
Play the blues for me!
Play the blues Mrs. Bloomfield!
Make your guitar sing!
Make her sing!
Make her cry!
Make her whine!
Make her cry!
Make her whine!
Make me feel!
Make her sing!
Make her cry!
Make her whine!
Make her whine!
Make me feel!
Faces and faces staring at her
The moves of her slide were sloppy at first
The smoke of the cigarettes blurred her eyes
"Back to the one chord, now go to the five"
But things just got better as she hit the right note
She did with conviction, She put all her soul
Her guitar was singing, her guitar was crying
She just felt the power of blues!
Play the blues Mrs. Bloomfield!
Play the blues for me!
Play the blues Mrs. Bloomfield!
Make your guitar sing!
Make her sing!
Make her cry!
Make her whine!
Make her cry!
Make her whine!
Make me feel!
Make her sing!
Make her cry!
Make her whine!
Make her whine!
Make me feel!
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4. |
No Path (Ft. Joe Gilder)
05:55
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Shame , dirt and sorrow
Friends for tripping trough misleading
So give me a reason
Ears are open, scars are bleeding
I see your point my old friend
There´s no path
No road to a warmer place
you feel alone and stupid
There's No answer
So...
Life, untamed, unsung, unshaped, unbroken
Feels, that kill, that warm , I'm lost there's no path...
Chains, dust and fences
Same old faces, same old places
Dark, cold, and empty
feels like home now, feels like living...
I see your point my old friend
There´s no path
No road to a warmer place
you feel alone and stupid
There's No answer
So...
Life, untamed, unsung, unshaped, unbroken
Feels, that kill, that warm , i'm lost there's no path...
Numb and tired it's always the same the same old feeling
Break those chains again...
Life, untamed, unsung, unshaped, unbroken
Feels, that kill, that warm , I'm lost there's no path...
Numb and tired it's always the same the same old feeling
Break those chains, for me, again...
Life, untamed, unsung, unshaped, unbroken
Feels, that kill, that warm , I'm lost there's no path...
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5. |
Red Dog and the Gambler
04:33
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Red Dog here!
i've been waiting for so long...
nice too meet you pal
your fame precedes you -that's for sure-
Don'tell me
that you are not thrilled by this dog
Many men have been...
on the wrong side of my gun
"Beauty kills"...
that was the last of their thoughts
Draw your gun! Let the bullets do the job!
I'm The Gambler!
I'm the joy and the grief!
I'm the dark end
where the fortune dropped her virtue
So hey now! do your thing and make my day!
I'm not a sinner
I'm all the sins that you know lick 7
I'm a gambler!
I'm the spirit of a ghost
Go ahead man! Show your cards and play some blues!
Watch out!
C'mon!!
Gun's hot
a shadow tells me the outcome
I can't remember...
but I've been in this place before
Gun's cold now, a grey old man calls me "son"
Keep calm now!
You got a killer drawing hand!
ít's so strange...
But i´ve felt this thrill before
I see a red joker, i guess miss Fortune took revenge!
Oooh!
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Lyndon was a tough man
a hitman so they said
he grew amongst monsters
and killing made his day
He killed so many poor souls
No reason to keep count
It takes a dirty mind
To have that kind of job
The wonder of forgiveness
a place to erase his faults
the last words of a preacher
he knew his place to go
And all their sins vanished in that old church
no room for all the evil that men do
Their worst fears perished in that old church
Their souls got cleaned up, their hearts are pure.
As long as they have money
As long as they don´t tell...
No matter what you do
If you give the seventh day
They call him Mr. Miles
and he looked like a saint
Wife, dog and children
an average guy they said
So little did they know
how creepy was that soul
Punches were his kisses
when home’s door was closed
"You ain’t going nowhere
You know how much i love you"
Those were the words he said
when he took them to the "Sundays place"
And all their sins vanished in that old church
no room for all te evil that men do
Their worst fears perished in that old church
Their souls got cleaned up, their hearts are pure.
As long as they have money
As long as they don´t tell...
No matter what you do
If you give the seventh day
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7. |
Green is the New Blues
05:14
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A Thing From The South Spain
On 2017, we released "That Old Church", our debut album that showcased our passion for the blues and southern rock in the
style of bands like The Allman Brothers or Gov´t Mule.
On July 10, we released "Faceless", our second LP. This album is much more influenced by artists like Pink Floyd, Radiohead, Nirvana and Lana del Rey without loosing our southern bluesy roots.
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