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Son la nueva sensación de la americana con enjundia y nada hay en “Tonight At The Arizona” que desmienta tal afirmación. Empapados por la tradición y el misterio de aquellas “The Bassement Tapes” que The Band grabaron junto a Bob Dylan, The Felice Brothers recorren a pie las polvorientas cunetas del imaginario popular norteamericano y lo transforman en espléndidas y artesanales viñetas de rock de corte clásico en el que no faltan ni los guiños al pasado ni las referencias literarias.
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- Ballad Of Lou The Welterweight
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- Boy From Lawrence County
- Carriage
- Cherry Licorice
- Christmas Song
- Constituents
- Cooperstown
- Country Ham
- Cumberland Gap
- Dancing On The Wing
- Dead Dog
- Diamond Bell
- Dont Wake The Scarecrow
- Dream On
- Forever Green
- Frankies Gun
- Greatest Show On Earth
- Her Eyes Dart Around
- Hey Hey Revolver
- Jack At The Asylum
- Katie Dear
- Lady Day
- Life In The Dark
- Lincoln Continental
- Little Ann
- Love Me Tenderly
- Marie
- Meadow Of A Dream
- Mercy
- Murder By Mistletoe
- Oliver Stone
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- Penn Station
- Plunder
- Ponzi
- Radio Song
- Rise And Shine
- River Jordan
- Rockefeller Druglaw Blues
- Roll On Arte
- Ruby Mae
- Run Chicken Run
- Saturday Night
- Sell The House
- Silver In The Shadow
- Steal A Memory
- The Mating Of The Doves
- Tip Your Way
- Trouble Been Hard
- Whiskey In My Whiskey
- White Limo
- Wonderful Life
- Your Belly In My Arms
¡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!
From the Album "Tonight at the Arizona"
It starts with the Ref.
C Em F C
Powder your nose, pull off your pantyhose,
Em F C G
let me love you from behind, my darling.
C Em F C
Powder your nose, pull on your pantyhose,
Em F C G
we´re going down to my bout, my darling. at the end C
1.
C Em
Before the bell would ring
F C
he had a way like Errol Flynn,
Em F C G
as he sauntered to the ring with a sheet on.
C Em
But the late rounds scared the girl,
F C
heaven knows she thought the world of Lou,
Em F C G
it was hard to see him swaying in the neon.
C Em
Joey was a no-one,
F C
just some big dumb kid from Flushing.
Em F C G
He had a face like a ugly bull, always pouting.
C Em
He hit Louie kind of low
F C
and he stumbled on the ropes
Em F C G
as the bookies blocked the rows, shouting.
Ref.
2.
C Em
The blows were hard and loud,
F C
he could hardly hear the crowd
Em F C G
in the bleachers where they howled, the were cheering.
C Em
I remenber in the eight,
F C
it was clear that Lou was fading,
Em F C G
when somthing caught his eye by the ceiling.
C Em
He saw her as she spoke
F C
thought the shifty yelliw smoke,
Em F C G
she said: Louie you look bad, are you dying?
C Em
But Louie could not answer,
F C
his eyes were cast up to the rafters,
Em F C G
and they slowly sealed in silence.
Ref.
It starts with the Ref.
C Em F C
Powder your nose, pull off your pantyhose,
Em F C G
let me love you from behind, my darling.
C Em F C
Powder your nose, pull on your pantyhose,
Em F C G
we´re going down to my bout, my darling. at the end C
1.
C Em
Before the bell would ring
F C
he had a way like Errol Flynn,
Em F C G
as he sauntered to the ring with a sheet on.
C Em
But the late rounds scared the girl,
F C
heaven knows she thought the world of Lou,
Em F C G
it was hard to see him swaying in the neon.
C Em
Joey was a no-one,
F C
just some big dumb kid from Flushing.
Em F C G
He had a face like a ugly bull, always pouting.
C Em
He hit Louie kind of low
F C
and he stumbled on the ropes
Em F C G
as the bookies blocked the rows, shouting.
Ref.
2.
C Em
The blows were hard and loud,
F C
he could hardly hear the crowd
Em F C G
in the bleachers where they howled, the were cheering.
C Em
I remenber in the eight,
F C
it was clear that Lou was fading,
Em F C G
when somthing caught his eye by the ceiling.
C Em
He saw her as she spoke
F C
thought the shifty yelliw smoke,
Em F C G
she said: Louie you look bad, are you dying?
C Em
But Louie could not answer,
F C
his eyes were cast up to the rafters,
Em F C G
and they slowly sealed in silence.
Ref.
The Flatliners
The Flower King
The Flying Machi (...)
The Flys
The Football Clu (...)
The Front Bottom (...)
The Fugees
The Future Kings (...)
The G-clefs
The Gabe Dixon B (...)