1. Hillsong United - Glory 
2. Wicked (musical) - March of the Witch Hunters
3. Ricchi e Poveri - Sara perche ti amo
Jethro Tull - From a Dead Beat to an Old Greaser
| Előadó: | Jethro Tull |
|---|---|
| Album: | Too Old to Rock N' Roll: Too Young to Die |
| Megjelenés: | 1976 |
| Hossz: | 4:09 |
| Szövegírók: |
Ian Anderson |
|---|---|
| Zeneszerzők: |
Ian Anderson |
| Kiadó: | Chrysalis |
| Stílus: | Progresszív rock, folk rock, hard rock, blues rock |
| Címkék: | Keressük! |
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From a dead beat to an old greaser, here's thinking of you.
You won't remember the long nights;
coffee bars; black tights and white thighs
in shop windows where blonde assistants fully-fashioned a world made
of dummies (with no mummies or daddies to reject them).
When bombs were banned every Sunday and the Shadows played F.B.I.
And tired young sax-players sold their instruments of torture ---
sat in the station sharing wet dreams of Charlie Parker,
Jack Kerouac, Ren\'e Magritte, to name a few of the heroes
who were too wise for their own good --- left the young brood to
go on living without them.
Old queers with young faces --- who remember your name,
though you're a dead beat with tired feet;
two ends that don't meet.
To a dead beat from an old greaser.
Think you must have me all wrong.
I didn't care, friend. I wasn't there, friend,
If it's the price of pint that you need, ask me again.
You won't remember the long nights;
coffee bars; black tights and white thighs
in shop windows where blonde assistants fully-fashioned a world made
of dummies (with no mummies or daddies to reject them).
When bombs were banned every Sunday and the Shadows played F.B.I.
And tired young sax-players sold their instruments of torture ---
sat in the station sharing wet dreams of Charlie Parker,
Jack Kerouac, Ren\'e Magritte, to name a few of the heroes
who were too wise for their own good --- left the young brood to
go on living without them.
Old queers with young faces --- who remember your name,
though you're a dead beat with tired feet;
two ends that don't meet.
To a dead beat from an old greaser.
Think you must have me all wrong.
I didn't care, friend. I wasn't there, friend,
If it's the price of pint that you need, ask me again.
From a Dead Beat to an Old Greaser videók
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