Blind Melon - Paper Scratcher
Shuffle can to can nobody really gives a damn
For every living day I give myself a hand
Now I’m scroungy as can be
I got all you normals looking at me
I’ll scratch a hole in my life
So everyone can see
My mind is a mind that I have come to know
And my eyes can’t conceive a world that can not grow
And Fridays are always fresh days
Screamin’ at the sun, don’t really
Know what he has done
He don’t believe in God and a world as one
So he rambles through the weeds
See and he will sleep beneath the trees
On the day I die, Thank God my Soul will be released
I’ve seen all your eyes
And I’ve seen all your faces
Can you tell me honestly that you wanna be free?
Then look in my eyes
I’ve been lots of places
Can you tell me honestly that you’d want to be me
Feel like a winner tonight!
Roberta Flack…just, damn.
Gotta drop some Etta James up in hea…
My first girlfriend at high school gave me the lyrics to this song
I got her into too much trouble keeping her out late and she got sent away back to her folks place in the country.
Reunited weirdly some years later, but she was not the sweet girl I remembered at all, it went sour and killed any fond memories with it.
I still love Roberta
Virus Stay Away From The Door!
Thanks brainwreck, I was trying to remember his name the last few days
Check out his thumb groove on this:
I like the downtuned and slowing down versions better than the tempo corrected…
This is how you play a minor blues…
ZZ Top got their due credit, but I have always thought that Billy Gibbons is underrated among ‘real’ blues players.
Betsie Larkin - Artist Mix