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Vor 4 Tagen · Thanks to Mark Hanes & Archie McCallum on backing vocals. Rick Mazzaglia on the lead solo guitar and Jeff Williams for his instrumentation and production.
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Vor einem Tag · by Greg Allen-Pretty May 12, 2024May 12, 2024. Australian singles chart:Ramblin’ Rose entered the Kent charts on 1 September 1962 and peaked at #1. It was #18 on the Top 100 of 1962. Album: The song is on Cole’s 1962 album Ramblin’ Rose. Songwriters: Noel Sherman, Joe Sherman. Producer: Lee Gillette. Record label of Australian release ...
Vor 22 Stunden · Well, I thought that I’d talk briefly about why people say that the modern day is terrible. Whilst part of this is because memories become “rose-tinted” over time ( with the bad parts fading away ), it’s usually because someone is trying to make a point about something. It’s as much a rhetorical tactic – and one that I’ve almost ...
Vor 22 Stunden · The lyrics were written as a letter to McMahon’s daughter, who was born during the album’s production, and touch on themes of love and loss. It’s a slow-burning wick but the fireworks never come. Here’s a move that, not for the first time, leaves the listener feeling short-changed. For fans of Liam Gallagher, Amen Dunes remains stubbornly indirect.
Heading out on a drive this morning, Spotify decided to kick us off with Ramble On by Led Zeppelin. Dean would 1000% approve of that. Otherwise, Back in Black is a great one to kick things off Forget the hearse, 'cause I'll never die I got nine lives, cat's eyes Abusin' every one of them and runnin' wild
Vor einem Tag · But when he sings to my gal (what a howl) To me he’s just a wolf dog (on the prowl) Johnny wants to fly away and puppy-love my baby (he’s a bird dog) Hey, bird dog, get away from my quail. Hey, bird dog, you’re on the wrong trail. Bird dog, you better leave my lovey-dove alone. Hey, bird dog, get away from my chick.
Vor 3 Tagen · Congratulations Lyrics: My body’s a temple / My temple is a jail / How could a miracle / Become one’s shameful hell / Wish I wasn’t lying through my teeth / When I say it will make sense someday
