Mike Farris ha arrasado la península! (aunque yo casi me duermo en su concierto, tenía un sueño increíble!!!) espero que vuelva pronto y lo podamos ver en un recinto más íntimo y en un horario un poco más "decente". Por lo demás ya está todo dicho! Vozarrón, gran gran banda y mucho feeling!
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domingo, 17 de octubre de 2010
viernes, 25 de diciembre de 2009
Felices Fiestas con...
Mike Farris (Un Lagarto puso el tema en su radio...)
y con Lemmy que ayer cumplió los 64 (Gracias GordDT)
Un gran saludo a tod@s l@s bloggers de por aqui y Feliz Navidad!!!
Green Green Grass of Home
The old home town looks the same as I step down from the train,
and there to meet me is my Mama and Papa.
Down the road I look and there runs Mary hair of gold and lips like cherries.
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.
Yes, they'll all come to meet me, arms reaching, smiling sweetly.
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.
The old house is still standing tho' the paint is cracked and dry,
and there's that old oak tree I used to play on.
Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary, hair of gold and lips like cherries.
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.
Yes, they'll all come to meet me, arms reaching, smiling sweetly.
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.
Then I awake and look around me, at four grey wall surround me
and I realize that I was only dreaming.
For there's a guard and there's a sad old padre -
arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak.
Again I touch the green, green grass of home.
Yes, they'll all come to see me in the shade of that old oak tree
as they lay me neath the green, green grass of home.
The old home town looks the same as I step down from the train,
and there to meet me is my Mama and Papa.
Down the road I look and there runs Mary hair of gold and lips like cherries.
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.
Yes, they'll all come to meet me, arms reaching, smiling sweetly.
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.
The old house is still standing tho' the paint is cracked and dry,
and there's that old oak tree I used to play on.
Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary, hair of gold and lips like cherries.
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.
Yes, they'll all come to meet me, arms reaching, smiling sweetly.
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.
Then I awake and look around me, at four grey wall surround me
and I realize that I was only dreaming.
For there's a guard and there's a sad old padre -
arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak.
Again I touch the green, green grass of home.
Yes, they'll all come to see me in the shade of that old oak tree
as they lay me neath the green, green grass of home.
y con Lemmy que ayer cumplió los 64 (Gracias GordDT)
Un gran saludo a tod@s l@s bloggers de por aqui y Feliz Navidad!!!
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