The 10 Greatest Guitarists of All Time
¤ #1 Jimi Hendrix
¤ Duane Allman
¤ B. B. King
¤ Eric Clapton
¤ Robert Johnson
¤ Chuck Berry
¤ Stevie Ray Vaughan
¤ Ry Cooder
¤ Jimmy Page
¤ Keith Richards
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Rock Café
The 10 Greatest Guitarists of All Time
¤ #1 Jimi Hendrix
¤ Duane Allman
¤ B. B. King
¤ Eric Clapton
¤ Robert Johnson
¤ Chuck Berry
¤ Stevie Ray Vaughan
¤ Ry Cooder
¤ Jimmy Page
¤ Keith Richards
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# Posté le dimanche 17 mai 2009 16:32
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HARD ROCK CAFE
PARIS
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# Posté le dimanche 17 mai 2009 15:49
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Welcome my son, welcome to the machine.
Where have you been? its alright we know where youve been.
Youve been in the pipeline, filling in time, provided with toys and
scouting for boys.
You bought a guitar to punish your ma,
And you didnt like school, and you know youre nobodys fool,
So welcome to the machine.
Where have you been? its alright we know where youve been.
Youve been in the pipeline, filling in time, provided with toys and
scouting for boys.
You bought a guitar to punish your ma,
And you didnt like school, and you know youre nobodys fool,
So welcome to the machine.
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Welcome my son, welcome to the machine.
What did you dream? its alright we told you what to dream.
You dreamed of a big star, he played a mean guitar,
He always ate in the steak bar. he loved to drive in his jaguar.
So welcome to the machine.
What did you dream? its alright we told you what to dream.
You dreamed of a big star, he played a mean guitar,
He always ate in the steak bar. he loved to drive in his jaguar.
So welcome to the machine.
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# Posté le vendredi 15 mai 2009 12:07
Modifié le vendredi 15 mai 2009 12:40
Rock Café
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HARD ROCK CAFE
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# Posté le dimanche 17 mai 2009 15:51
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HARD ROCK CAFE
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# Posté le dimanche 17 mai 2009 15:47
Rock Café
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HARD ROCK CAFE
PARIS
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# Posté le dimanche 17 mai 2009 15:42
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White Room
In the white room with black curtains near the station.
Blackroof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings.
Silver horses ran down moonbeams in your dark eyes.
Dawnlight smiles on you leaving, my contentment.
Ill wait in this place where the sun never shines;
Wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves.
You said no strings could secure you at the station.
Platform ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windows.
I walked into such a sad time at the station.
As I walked out, felt my own need just beginning.
Ill wait in the queue when the trains come back;
Lie with you where the shadows run from themselves.
At the party she was kindness in the hard crowd.
Consolation for the old wound now forgotten.
Yellow tigers crouched in jungles in her dark eyes.
Shes just dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings.
Ill sleep in this place with the lonely crowd;
Lie in the dark where the shadows run from themselves.
Blackroof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings.
Silver horses ran down moonbeams in your dark eyes.
Dawnlight smiles on you leaving, my contentment.
Ill wait in this place where the sun never shines;
Wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves.
You said no strings could secure you at the station.
Platform ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windows.
I walked into such a sad time at the station.
As I walked out, felt my own need just beginning.
Ill wait in the queue when the trains come back;
Lie with you where the shadows run from themselves.
At the party she was kindness in the hard crowd.
Consolation for the old wound now forgotten.
Yellow tigers crouched in jungles in her dark eyes.
Shes just dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings.
Ill sleep in this place with the lonely crowd;
Lie in the dark where the shadows run from themselves.
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# Posté le samedi 16 mai 2009 10:48
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