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1) Revelations 1&2
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Funk based Rock Song
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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 #27
Peak in subgenre #9
Author
Grande Castro (Keith,Kirkwood,Scopolletti, Vaughn)
Rights
Grande Castro 2004
Uploaded
December 14, 2004
Track Files
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MP3 5.7 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
The song is the result of an energetic Jam at a Rehearsal Studio that we dont normally use. The Lyrics deal with a past relationship and are pretty self explanatory (geoff)
Lyrics
You Fled, To the station Avoiding Confrontation Should have known you’d never work the land Your daddy was a travelling man Rolled with Charley Manson, and the Son of Sam And sailed the seven seas On the breeze. I stared In amazement You hid In the basement Should have known you’d never stay the course. The walls you built to reinforce. The fuzzy glow around your remorse. Should have chained you by the wrist When we kissed. Drop it in the dirt, just to take away its shine Life’ just a space between your whisky and your wine Time, after time, after time, after time, after time. Is it a crime to have something I call mine? Unwound, let my guard down. You fled, to the high ground. Never thought you’d stay until the end. You’re here the time it takes to mend You lick your wounds, then you’re gone again. I said we’d had our last goodbye Guess I lied. No shock Revelations Less great Expectations I don’t think that I’m where you belong, I turn around and then you’re gone, I hoped this time you’d prove me wrong And this is where you’d want to be More fool me. Drop it in the dirt, just to take away its shine Life’ just a space between your whisky and your wine Time, after time, after time, after time, after time. Is it a crime to have something I call mine?
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