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Oh Rosa!
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Just a good ole Rock and Roll song with a spanish horn break and a tongue in cheek vibe.
Rock and Roll music that bridges the gap between old and new in a way that is true to form, but breaks boundaries.
I have been described as a mix between Prince, The Beatles, and Lenny Kravits. But if you ask me, I'm not really like anything, sometimes I'm silly, sometimes I rock hard, sometimes I write love songs. I used to think I had it all figured out, I know now I was wrong. But I will say that my music excites me more than anything else in my life, so just maybe it will excite you as well.
Song Info
Genre
Rock • Rock n Roll
Author
Chris Fewell
Rights
(C) 2008 poor man's
Uploaded
December 05, 2008
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MP3
MP3 2.9 MB • 128 kbps • 3:11
Story behind the song
The song that started the whole thing between me and Rosa. We'd been flirting, I was growing a little interested, I thought (I bet she'd go nuts if I wrote her a song) and one hit me at work, I went home and recorded it that night, and gave it to her a week later after someone could translate the lyric for her. The day after giving it to her, she couldn't look me in the eyes, she would speed up her walk when I was close, so while she was stretching pizza dough I approached her, her hands began trembling, she started stretching faster... I said, "Rosa, you like my musica?" She stopped stretching, let out a huge overwhelmed sounding sigh, turned to me and without being able to control her outburst said dramatically and passionately, "OH CI!!! MUY BONITA!! MUY BONITA!!!" Then went nervously back to stretching and a tear trickled down her cheek. It was the first time I had ever felt week in the knees from a girl, and the beginning of my love affair with her, and the reason for most of the songs on Fiesta Transformacion.
Lyrics
Oh Rosa, girl you didn't speak my language, but still you remained the brightest part of my day, Girl it gave me fever, the way you washed them dishes, and every now and then you would smile and tell me "es ok", And you're smile was to die for, whenever I could get it, I think that "no comprende" was becoming my favorite phrase, Couldn't tell what you were thinking, maybe you thought I was a goofball, But I didn't care when you'd turn and tell me it's ok Think I'll go down to Mexico, and mingle with the natives, And try to find the words that'll tell you that I'm feeling this way, Come back into the states now, and see that little Rosa, Then maybe we could say something more than just "es ok"
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