Biografia:
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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Outras músicas:
- 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
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
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 (...)