Biografia:
Herman Brood (Zwolle, November 5, 1946 – Amsterdam, July 11, 2001) was a Dutch musician, painter and media personality. Brood was the Dutch personification of sex, drugs and rock 'n roll.
After playing piano in Cuby and the Blizzards and several other bands since 1964, Brood started his own group, Herman Brood & His Wild Romance, in 1977. The band had their first hit single, Saturday Night, in 1978. But even more than his music, it was his outspoken
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Herman Brood - Street
E
Street 4x
F#m
Hey boy I can see you
Bm
You're one of our own
E
The way you stake out your ears
A
You know, bitch your bust
B
Cook up your tears
C D
Clean your works
E
And hit a stone
Daddy kick that stone
F#m
Wasting your time on the somege of light
Bm
it's a hell of a deafen
E A
Sucking a tit, ever
B E
Ever seen a hotshot hit, kid
A
You're gonna doubt on yourself, you know
B C
Mumble inside, speck from yourself
D
Looking for life in the
E
Street
Hanging round on the sidewalk
Street
You got that blackboard feelin'
Street
Get it high and go dancing
Street
Robbin' and stealin'
F#m Bm
Hey boy just take a tit, don't be over hip
E A
Just reach out, see what it's all about
B C
But take a good look down this road
D E
Before you, buddy, hit that stone
Kick that stone
F#m Bm
Where were you when the lights went out
E A
I saw these looners hanging 'round
B E
Do they crap so loud
A
I saw you sneaking mommy
B
Sure made a show
C
You know this stays as hot
D
But you feel so low on the
E
Street
On a hot summer Sunday
Street
You got the pavement stealin'
Street
You got lost in the subway and
Wild romance keeps you dreaming
Hey boy
F#m Bm
Many people tried to sing the blues
E
About the love they lost,
A
You know, 'bout feeling low
B
Holding the shoes
C D
About missing the show
E
Hit that stone
Daddy, kick that stone
A B E
You're gonna change your car for seven horses
A B
Noises are bang,
E
Stonewalls clashing
A B
You're gonna face yourself upside down
C D
You're gonna see every shithouse in the whole damn town in the
E
Street
Hanging 'round in the sidewalk
Street
You got that blackboard feeling
Street
Flashing and dancing
Street
Robbin' and stealin'
Street
You feel the heat closing in
Street
Buddy, on a hot summer sunday
Street
You got that pavement stealin'
Street
Got lost in the subway
Street
Can you feel that heatwave
Street
Like a loop de loop?
Street
Straight from the gutter mom
Street
Like bowl of soup
Street
Don't wanna lose a minute
Street
Don't wanna miss a chance
Street
Now you feel the slipstream like a
Street
Wild romance
E
Street 4x
F#m
Hey boy I can see you
Bm
You're one of our own
E
The way you stake out your ears
A
You know, bitch your bust
B
Cook up your tears
C D
Clean your works
E
And hit a stone
Daddy kick that stone
F#m
Wasting your time on the somege of light
Bm
it's a hell of a deafen
E A
Sucking a tit, ever
B E
Ever seen a hotshot hit, kid
A
You're gonna doubt on yourself, you know
B C
Mumble inside, speck from yourself
D
Looking for life in the
E
Street
Hanging round on the sidewalk
Street
You got that blackboard feelin'
Street
Get it high and go dancing
Street
Robbin' and stealin'
F#m Bm
Hey boy just take a tit, don't be over hip
E A
Just reach out, see what it's all about
B C
But take a good look down this road
D E
Before you, buddy, hit that stone
Kick that stone
F#m Bm
Where were you when the lights went out
E A
I saw these looners hanging 'round
B E
Do they crap so loud
A
I saw you sneaking mommy
B
Sure made a show
C
You know this stays as hot
D
But you feel so low on the
E
Street
On a hot summer Sunday
Street
You got the pavement stealin'
Street
You got lost in the subway and
Wild romance keeps you dreaming
Hey boy
F#m Bm
Many people tried to sing the blues
E
About the love they lost,
A
You know, 'bout feeling low
B
Holding the shoes
C D
About missing the show
E
Hit that stone
Daddy, kick that stone
A B E
You're gonna change your car for seven horses
A B
Noises are bang,
E
Stonewalls clashing
A B
You're gonna face yourself upside down
C D
You're gonna see every shithouse in the whole damn town in the
E
Street
Hanging 'round in the sidewalk
Street
You got that blackboard feeling
Street
Flashing and dancing
Street
Robbin' and stealin'
Street
You feel the heat closing in
Street
Buddy, on a hot summer sunday
Street
You got that pavement stealin'
Street
Got lost in the subway
Street
Can you feel that heatwave
Street
Like a loop de loop?
Street
Straight from the gutter mom
Street
Like bowl of soup
Street
Don't wanna lose a minute
Street
Don't wanna miss a chance
Street
Now you feel the slipstream like a
Street
Wild romance
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