gone with the wind

him-gone with the sin

Bine, Bobitza !
Cum care ?
Ala cu "The answer, my friend, is blowing with the wind":)))
Deci nu-mi spui. Bineeeeeeee.

alex

Chiar il ascult in acest moment:

"Well I just got into town about an hour ago
Took a look around,see which way the wind blow,
Were the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows.

Are you a lucky little lady in The City of Light
Or just another lost angel...City of Night
City of Night,City of Night,City Of Night,City of Night
Woo.c'mon.

L.A.woman,L.A woman
L.A woman sunday afternoon(3x)
Drive thru your suburbs
Into your blues,into your blues,into your blues,yeah
Into your blue-blue blues,into your blues,ooohh yeah.

I see your hair is burnin'
Hills are filled with fire
If they say I never loved you
You know they are a liar...
Drivin' down your freeway
Midnite alleys roam
Cops in cars,the topless bars
Never saw a woman ....so alone
So alone,so alone,so alone,so alone...

Motel Money Murder Madness
Let's change the mood from glad to sadness..

Mr. Mojo Risin'(4x)
Got to keep on risin'
Mr. Mojo Risin'(4x)
Got to keep on risin'
Gone risin',risin'
Well risin',risin'
I gotta,wooo.yeah.risin'
Woah,ohhh yeah

Well I just got into town an hour ago
Took a look around,see which way the wind blow.
Were the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows

Are you a lucky little lady in Yhe City Of Light
Or just another lost angel...City of Night
City of Night(4x),woo,c'mon

L.A woman,L.A.woman(3x)
...........................................................................................
Released in 1971,an instant hit on the charts for 38 weeks #1,triple platinum.The Doors are:

Lyrics+vocals+songwriter:JIM MORRISON
Guitar:ROBBY KRIEGER
Keyboards:RAY MANZAREK
Drums:JOHN DENSMORE

L.A.WOMAN
...............................................................................
LOVE&PEACE,
Ozzy

Annabel Lee


It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee; —
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love —
I and my Annabel Lee —
With a love that the wingéd seraphs in Heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her high-born kinsmen came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre,
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,
Went envying her and me —
Yes! — that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we —
Of many far wiser than we —
And neither the angels in Heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee: —

For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee: —
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling — my darling — my life and my bride,
In her sepulchre there by the sea —
In her tomb by the sounding sea.