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Paroles
On the mountain top of the Medicine Wheel
The spirit's so close, it's something you can feel
Wishing bags are flying in the wind
Time stands still when you're circling
A-ho, a-ho
The Great Spirit is breathing upon you
A-ho, a-ho
Many hopes and prayers are hanging in the air
You can wonder if any has been answered fair
For generations and for as far as we know
For any prayer, it's the right place to go
A-ho, a-ho
The Great Spirit is breathing upon you
A-ho, a-ho
If you think your life is a difficult one
I suggest you to wait a bit before you run
Take your time and see what was sent
You might have missed something so evident
A-ho, a-ho
The Great Spirit is breathing upon you
A-ho, a-ho
My dear friend
One day they'll make me die
Don't think it's a lie
But I can't live this life
I came too early or too late
Don't cry out, that's just fate.
My dear friend
One day they'll make me die
Don't think it's a lie
But I just can't face
I never knew how to fight
Don't cry out, That's just fate.
My dear friend
One day they'll make me die
Don't think it's a lie
But nobody cares
In their world there's no more light
For those who're running wild
My dear friend
Don't cry out if I die
I'll live in your mind
Until the end of time
I came too early or too late
Don't cry out, that's just fate.
Hot in Detroit |
Carmine Ghersi |
She was getting hot in Detroit
Hot, hot, hot, in Detroit
It was stronger than her No matter who was around
In Detroit she was getting hot
Early morning in the daylight, we get up in Cheyenne
Wyoming Breakfest, that's all but an end
A last look around, time to wave some friends
West Lincolnway under the wheels, Southbound I 25
Passed the buffalo, Landmark of the stateline
Teardrop in her eye, a cool 75
Downtown Denver in sight
We'll miss the western light
Final check, we go to the gate
Got the pass, we won't be late
A sad last look at the mountains, nobody seems to care
Already up high, not here, no more there,
The flight turned her on, she was not aware
I Beg Your Pardon |
Carmine Ghersi |
I beg your pardon oh Lord, But I wanna pray,
I beg your pardon oh Lord, I got something to say
I beg your pardon oh Lord Please hear me today
Oh Lord, I beg your pardon!
Once upon a time you made a frontier
To separate the good and the bad
Two lanes out of this globe, up and down
This is why now you hear me moan
I can propose a change, don't know if I may
't might be more efficient every day
Imagine if you move Heaven to our Earth
't would be the best happening since its birth
What will you say, if we lay down the knife
There is no purpose for the next life
Let us love, let us sing, be merry too
With no pain or sorrow, or being blue
To make a perfect Heaven, it is not too late
You'll let us drink and smoke and date,
With all the friends around, to you we'll run!
You sure can make it good for everyone
I missed my first train |
Carmine Ghersi |
I missed my first train, it was fading away around the bend
I missed my first train, it was fading away around the bend
I said I'll take the next one, I won't be late...
I learned the lessons, try to improve myself in more than one field
I learned the lessons, try to improve myself in more than one field
T'was the time for Distilled Blues, my first blues band.
The blues in my heart, oh boy, I worked for singers, not always good
The blues in my heart, oh boy, I worked for singers, not always good
I ended up with Sunblood, raw power rock!
Time was passing by
I don't wanna lie
We ain't reached any hit
Guess the country was not fit
Too much or not enough
I was fed up with all this stuff
Going down, back to the base
Left my guitar in its case
I took me some years, oh yeah, to hear again the blowing whistle
I took me some years, oh yeah, to hear again the blowing whistle
Time to clean up my guitars and play twelve bars
I'm back to my roots, say c'mon, rain or shine, I'll hang on to blues
I'm back to my roots, say c'mon, rain or shine, I'll hang on to blues
Now I listen to the train, I get good shoes
You gotta be tough |
Carmine Ghersi |
You gotta be tough to live on this land
As nature is the ruler, (and) you can only bend
You gotta be tough to survive as a breed
It will throw you around as a tumbling weed
Dusty land, full of sand and rocks,
Look at those colors... red, pink or white dots
Canyon rules, hot is hot,
And you sweat cause there's no shady spot
Hear those sounds, it's rattling like hell,
You feel so lonely, you won't find a bell
Coyote is howling at night
You must fit in to avoid the fight
When it rains, just another weight
High water running, better try to escape
Sliding rocks, Falling trees,
Living there ask you to pay your fees
La page Blues.
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