Biografia:
Simone Felice is one of the brothers who formed the The Felice Brothers After he left the band in 2009 he formed his own band The Duke & The King He also performs solo.
In August, 2010 he released Live From A Lonely Place, recorded at home (in the barn) just a few weeks after his heart surgery, this retrospective collection includes songs from the earliest Felice Brother days, Duke & King favorites, and the traditional Celtic waltz ‘Wild Mountain Thyme’ arranged by Simone.
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Simone Felice - New York Times
capo 2nd
Am C Em G
Am C Em
Hetti Blackbird, Hetti Blackbird, Hetti Blackbird,
G
that's the Indian's name
Am C
Out in South Dakota, he stole a gold Range Rover
Em G
and he drove it all over the empty plains
Am C
While Apache pilots haunt the River Tigress
Em G
in the laughing silence of the desert night
Am C
& the price of cocaine on a favourite ball game
Em C
I read it all baby in the New York Times.
A pervert from Jersey with a thirty-thirty,
found them girls rehearsing in a ballet school
And when he bust in point his musket
he turned lilly white muslin into bright red bloom
As I read it here on the coffee street pier
I can't help but hear them buildings fall
And the way they came down, and way they jumped out,
there's no baseball glove in town
That's gonna catch them all.
So every New Year we come to Times Square
and we all howl there when the big ball drops.
Don't trust your junk mail, don't touch the third rail,
and baby don't' you dare hail the King of pop.
Cos the day they found him and brought his body
in the things that Doctor did was enough to strike you blind.
So make my Lilly white lover, oh and oh my brother,
never make the cover of the New York Times
http://www.simonefelice.com/
capo 2nd
Am C Em G
Am C Em
Hetti Blackbird, Hetti Blackbird, Hetti Blackbird,
G
that's the Indian's name
Am C
Out in South Dakota, he stole a gold Range Rover
Em G
and he drove it all over the empty plains
Am C
While Apache pilots haunt the River Tigress
Em G
in the laughing silence of the desert night
Am C
& the price of cocaine on a favourite ball game
Em C
I read it all baby in the New York Times.
A pervert from Jersey with a thirty-thirty,
found them girls rehearsing in a ballet school
And when he bust in point his musket
he turned lilly white muslin into bright red bloom
As I read it here on the coffee street pier
I can't help but hear them buildings fall
And the way they came down, and way they jumped out,
there's no baseball glove in town
That's gonna catch them all.
So every New Year we come to Times Square
and we all howl there when the big ball drops.
Don't trust your junk mail, don't touch the third rail,
and baby don't' you dare hail the King of pop.
Cos the day they found him and brought his body
in the things that Doctor did was enough to strike you blind.
So make my Lilly white lover, oh and oh my brother,
never make the cover of the New York Times
http://www.simonefelice.com/
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