Biografía:
Su nombre real era Errol Leonard Norstedt (Junio 17, 1948–Julio 16, 2002), compositor y musico sueco. sus canciones tratan principalmente sobre alcohol, mujeres y carros. Su otra identidad era E. Hitler.
Albums
* 1975 - Errol
* 1979 - Eddie Meduza & The Roaring Cadillacs
* 1980 - Garagetaper
* 1981 - Gasen I Botten
* 1982 - För Jaevle Braa!
* 1982 - 21 Värsta !!!
* 1983 - Dåren E Lös
* 1984 - West A Fool Away
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Otras canciones:
- 34An
- Andra Kan Dom
- Baby Do You Love Me
- Bara Lite Solsken
- Bonnatwist
- Dragspelsrock
- En Gammeldags Auktion
- En Rock I Velinga
- En Tango Med Dig
- Epa
- Ett Och Ett
- Evert
- Every Little Piece
- Feta Fula Dumma Amerikaner
- Fete Norstedt
- Gamla Glada Fyrtiotal
- Gasen I Botten
- Ge Mig En Pris Snus
- Hakan
- Har Ni Sett Herr Knut
- Heartache
- Here Comes That Pain Again
- Honey B
- Im A No Good Writer
- Ingen Plockar En Maskros
- Jag Bara Runkar
- Jag Ger Fan I Allt
- Jeany Jeany
- Jobba Som En Hund
- Juanita
- Just Like An Eagle
- Keep On Rolling
- Knugen Silvia Och Jag
- Lonely Teardrops
- Love You All Too Much
- Masen
- Midsommarnatt
- Norwegian Boogie
- Om Jag Blir Lika Gammal Som Farfar
- On The Road Again
- Playlist Eddie Meduza
- Porrfavor Compagneros
- Ragga Runt
- Raggare
- Rockabilly Rebel
- Runke Ball
- Runke Min Ball
- Saxofonen
- Silver Wheels
- Sju Idioter
- Slicka En Fitta
- Superman
- Sveriges Kompani
- Teenage Love
- Termos
- The Man In The Sky
- Tillbaks Till Hawaii
- Timber
- Torgnys Svettiga Ansikte
- Tyskar Tyskar
- Undanflykter
- Volvo
- Westgotisk Nidvisa
¡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!
Verse 1:
Em B
Long time ago when I was young
Em
I bought a guitar in the little shop in town
G B
and I went home and practiced every day
Em
and not before too long i started writing songs that I would play
Chorus 1:
G
Everyone who heard my songs
C
told me that it wouldn't be too long
D G
before I would be a famous music writer
And every night I sat alone
C
Listening to the radio
G B Em
And then I thought soon it will be my turn
Verse 2:
Each night when folks came to my place
I picked my guitar up and played the songs I've made
I was told I'd be a millionaire
And when they heard my songs they said it won't be too long until you're there
Chorus 2:
Worn out shoes still got the blues
Every day now is a fight I lose
I guess I turned out to be a lousy fighter
When I came to this big town
All important people put me down
And I was told I'm a no good writer
Bridge:
G D
All the letters that I write to my folks are full of lies
C Em
when I'm writing about the fortune that I made
G D
When I left my mama said silly boy don't lose your head
C Em
now I'm wishing by my god that I had stayed
Verse 3:
Longtime ago when I was young
I bought a guitar in the little shop in town
and when I touch its old and tired strings
It sounds so sad and wrong just like the lonely songs I always sing
Chorus 3:
Worn out shoes still got the blues
Every day now is a fight I lose
I guess I turn out to be a lousy fighter
When I came to this big town
All important people put me down
And I was told I'm a no good writer
Worn out shoes still got the blues...
Em B
Long time ago when I was young
Em
I bought a guitar in the little shop in town
G B
and I went home and practiced every day
Em
and not before too long i started writing songs that I would play
Chorus 1:
G
Everyone who heard my songs
C
told me that it wouldn't be too long
D G
before I would be a famous music writer
And every night I sat alone
C
Listening to the radio
G B Em
And then I thought soon it will be my turn
Verse 2:
Each night when folks came to my place
I picked my guitar up and played the songs I've made
I was told I'd be a millionaire
And when they heard my songs they said it won't be too long until you're there
Chorus 2:
Worn out shoes still got the blues
Every day now is a fight I lose
I guess I turned out to be a lousy fighter
When I came to this big town
All important people put me down
And I was told I'm a no good writer
Bridge:
G D
All the letters that I write to my folks are full of lies
C Em
when I'm writing about the fortune that I made
G D
When I left my mama said silly boy don't lose your head
C Em
now I'm wishing by my god that I had stayed
Verse 3:
Longtime ago when I was young
I bought a guitar in the little shop in town
and when I touch its old and tired strings
It sounds so sad and wrong just like the lonely songs I always sing
Chorus 3:
Worn out shoes still got the blues
Every day now is a fight I lose
I guess I turn out to be a lousy fighter
When I came to this big town
All important people put me down
And I was told I'm a no good writer
Worn out shoes still got the blues...
Eddie Soto
Eddie Spaghetti
Eddie Stoilow
Eddie Woolsey
Eddy B And Tim G (...)
Edelmiro Molinar (...)
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