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Vintage, 60's and 70's infused blend of Rock and Roll, Blues and Funk.
Grande Castro are a Newcastle (uk) based four piece. Their Music is a compelling blend of Rock & Roll, Blues, Funk and Indie. The Bands individual tastes create an interesting blend of influences including Hendrix, Led Zep, Primal Scream, Dylan, Pearl jam ad infinitum The only things Grande Castro are interested in are: Making good music popular again. Making guitar music cool again. Ruling with an Iron fist.
Song Info
Genre
Rock • Rock General
Charts
Peak #237
Peak in subgenre #27
Author
Grande Castro (Keith,Kirkwood,Scopolletti, Vaughn)
Rights
Grande Castro 2004
Uploaded
December 15, 2004
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MP3 2.8 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
Describes a typical weekend for a lot of people.
Lyrics
Slipped off the leash, Slipped on your shoes, You’re seeing red, From Green Room Blues 100 Reasons, sitting on a wall You clench your jaw, Unclench your Mind, You’ve thoughts to think And teeth to grind, You hope no-one’s there to catch you when you fall You’re either drifting into space Or falling of your face, Your marching as to war or so it seems Forget memory And fuck your health Lose who you are, To find yourself. Reality can wait until your dreams Some you win And some you lose, Some go bad, And some come true. From red to green, Then black and blue Slow right down / Go crashing through Sometimes tomorrow’s not another day The real worlds creeping into sight Fall on your sword, Or go all night Either way there’s still a price to pay For every up there is a down And very soon you’ll hit the ground, But who’s to say you can’t enjoy the drop. Weekends lost By flying high Weekdays spent Wanting to die Remember to forget starting to stop. Some you win And some you lose, Some go bad, And some come true. Just one dose to ease the pain Just one dose to make you sane Just one dose to fix your brain Just one week then back again Just one more you’ll understand Just two more makes you a man Just three more you’re feeling grand Just four more, just cos’ you can. Some you win And some you lose, Some go bad, And some come true.
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