Biografia:
Vindo das montanhas Catskill do norte do estado de Nova Iorque, The Felice Brothers mistura folk, americana e roots rock revivalista em um som unicamente térreo. Ian, Simone e James Felice cresceram no Hudson River Valley, várias milhas distantes da aldeia musical de Woodstock. Tais ícones como Bob Dylan e The Band outrora encontraram inspiração na região, e os jovens Felice foram guiados por uma musa similar, reunindo-se a cada tarde de domingo para sessões musicais e refeições na casa de seus pais.
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Outras músicas:
- The Devil Is Real
- Aerosol Ball
- All When We Were Young
- Back In The Dancehalls
- Ballad Of Lou The Welterweight
- Ballad Of Lou Welterweight
- Bird On Broken Wing
- 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
- Oxycontin
- 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
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!
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.
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