Biografía:
Brian Fallon, nascido dia 28 de Janeiro de 1980, é um músico americano nascido em Red Bank, New Jersey, EUA. Começou sua carreira em 1997. Fallon é um dos fundadores da banda The Gaslight Anthem, tocando guitarra e fazendo os vocais para a banda. Ele também tem um projeto paralelo chamado The Horrible Crowes.
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Otras canciones:
- A Wonderful Life
- Among Other Foolish Things
- Come Wander With Me
- Etta James
- Forget Me Not
- Georgia
- Her Majestys Service
- Honey Magnolia
- If Your Prayers Dont Get To Heaven
- Italian Lightning
- Let Me Tell You Bout Heartbreak
- Little Nightmares
- Long Drives
- Lost In The Supermarket
- Low Love
- Mojo Hand
- My Name Is The Night Color Me Black
- Neptune
- No Weather
- Nobody Wins
- Open All Night
- Painkillers
- Proof Of Life
- Red Lights
- Rosemary
- See You On The Other Side
- Sleepwalkers
- Smoke
- Steve Mcqueen
- Tin Pan Alley
- Watson
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
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The central boys landed safely
In the arms of the Irish girls
While the hometown lots ready their nooses and their knots
Hang their preconceptions on
While the political lions and tigers and bears
Decided which of the cubs they’d be crucifying
And who’ll take the fall at the end of it all
They’ll just say it was Italian lightning
Now Mary she wakes up achin’
From them long nights with the fashionistas
Who were deadly as strangers and lovely as angels
And always just dyin’ to meet ya
My country what have you done to your girls?
The devil at the details or something a bit more exciting
And you can find them at the mirrors and on the weights of the scales
Blame it all on Italian lightning
Now me I just stick to the boardwalk
Driving up and down these Avenues
I found some work on LaRainne
Thanks to little Irish Grace
I was hard up and home for the season
I was walkin last night with Miss Mary
We saw the flames shootin right out of them buildings
Maybe it was time, maybe it was despair
That got up in the soul of that city
Since the ferris wheels don’t spin and the casinos cavin’ in
Maybe she never healed from the riots or the fightin
But I heard ya, Wiggs, qoutin' Davish sayin
“Maybe it was just Italian lightning, probably Italian
lightning”
The central boys landed safely
In the arms of the Irish girls
While the hometown lots ready their nooses and their knots
Hang their preconceptions on
While the political lions and tigers and bears
Decided which of the cubs they’d be crucifying
And who’ll take the fall at the end of it all
They’ll just say it was Italian lightning
Now Mary she wakes up achin’
From them long nights with the fashionistas
Who were deadly as strangers and lovely as angels
And always just dyin’ to meet ya
My country what have you done to your girls?
The devil at the details or something a bit more exciting
And you can find them at the mirrors and on the weights of the scales
Blame it all on Italian lightning
Now me I just stick to the boardwalk
Driving up and down these Avenues
I found some work on LaRainne
Thanks to little Irish Grace
I was hard up and home for the season
I was walkin last night with Miss Mary
We saw the flames shootin right out of them buildings
Maybe it was time, maybe it was despair
That got up in the soul of that city
Since the ferris wheels don’t spin and the casinos cavin’ in
Maybe she never healed from the riots or the fightin
But I heard ya, Wiggs, qoutin' Davish sayin
“Maybe it was just Italian lightning, probably Italian
lightning”
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Brian Johnson
Brian Joo