Vai Vincent, se qualcuno protesta veditela te.... Nuova canzone per l'ex Pink Floyd Roger Waters. Da qualche giorno è online il video con il testo di "Smell the roses" singolo che anticipa l'album "Is this rhe life we really want" in uscita il prossimo 2 giugno. Onestamente tra Water e Gilmour, come solista, preferisco Gilmour. Comunque il fratello dovrebbe essere contento.... Buon ascolto e buona festa!Smell the roses (Roger Waters)There’s a mad dog pulling at his chainA hint of danger in his eyeAlarm bells raging round his brainAnd the chimney’s broken in the skyWake upWake up and smell the rosesClose your eyes and pray this wind don’t changeThere’s nothing but screams in the field of dreamsNothing but hope at the end of the roadNothing but gold in the chimney smokeCome on honey it’s real moneyThis is the room where they make the explosivesWhere they put your name on the bombHere’s where they bury the buts and the ifsAnd scratch out words like right and wrongWake upWake up and smell the phosphorusThis is the room we keep a human heirDon’t ask don’t tell it couldn’t be lost for usYeah, little less cash in the stash in the cupboardAt the bottom of the stairMoney, honeyWake upWake up and smell the baconRun your greasy fingers through her hairThis is the life that you have takenJust a line in the captain’s logJust a whine from a resident dogAnother kid didn’t make the gradeCome on honey it’s a fair tradeWake upWake up and smell the rosesThrow a photo on the funeral pyreYeah, now we can forget the threat she posesGirl you know you couldn’t get much higher
Il profumo delle rose di Roger
Vai Vincent, se qualcuno protesta veditela te.... Nuova canzone per l'ex Pink Floyd Roger Waters. Da qualche giorno è online il video con il testo di "Smell the roses" singolo che anticipa l'album "Is this rhe life we really want" in uscita il prossimo 2 giugno. Onestamente tra Water e Gilmour, come solista, preferisco Gilmour. Comunque il fratello dovrebbe essere contento.... Buon ascolto e buona festa!Smell the roses (Roger Waters)There’s a mad dog pulling at his chainA hint of danger in his eyeAlarm bells raging round his brainAnd the chimney’s broken in the skyWake upWake up and smell the rosesClose your eyes and pray this wind don’t changeThere’s nothing but screams in the field of dreamsNothing but hope at the end of the roadNothing but gold in the chimney smokeCome on honey it’s real moneyThis is the room where they make the explosivesWhere they put your name on the bombHere’s where they bury the buts and the ifsAnd scratch out words like right and wrongWake upWake up and smell the phosphorusThis is the room we keep a human heirDon’t ask don’t tell it couldn’t be lost for usYeah, little less cash in the stash in the cupboardAt the bottom of the stairMoney, honeyWake upWake up and smell the baconRun your greasy fingers through her hairThis is the life that you have takenJust a line in the captain’s logJust a whine from a resident dogAnother kid didn’t make the gradeCome on honey it’s a fair tradeWake upWake up and smell the rosesThrow a photo on the funeral pyreYeah, now we can forget the threat she posesGirl you know you couldn’t get much higher