Villa Caccia Dominioni Oggiono in apertura al concerto di Flaco Biondini & Antonio Marangolo giugno 2008
Festa democratica Barzago luglio 2008
Pagnona Blues Festival luglio 2008
Festa della musica Mandello del Lario luglio2008
domenica 15 giugno 2008
Forever
Piove. E' una pioggia incessante, continua, che sembra non dover mai lasciare libero questo cielo di giugno...e pensare che sopra le nuvole si espande l'azzurro, quello intenso che puoi respirare.
Vero
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Anonimo
ha detto...
Lonnie Johnson diceva, intorno al 1947... Storm is risin’, and the rain begin to fall. Storm is risin’, and the rain begin to fall. Trouble is at my window, and the blues is knockin’ down my door.
My blues start before sunrise, and last the whole day through. My blues start before sunrise, and last the whole day through. Yes, I’ve had the blues so bad, ever since I lost a sweet woman like you.
Come on back to me baby, there’ll never be no one but you. Please come on back to me baby, there’ll never be no one but you. I tried so hard baby, but I can’t please you no way I do.
Sometimes you’re with me, but the most of the time you’re gone. Sometimes you’re with me, but the most of the time you’re gone. And if you don’t want me baby, then why in the devil don’t you let me alone.
Blues, fallin’ down like drops of rain. Blues, fallin’ down like drops of rain. Every once in a while, I can hear my baby call my name.
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Lonnie Johnson diceva, intorno al 1947...
Storm is risin’, and the rain begin to fall.
Storm is risin’, and the rain begin to fall.
Trouble is at my window, and the blues is knockin’ down my door.
My blues start before sunrise, and last the whole day through.
My blues start before sunrise, and last the whole day through.
Yes, I’ve had the blues so bad, ever since I lost a sweet woman like you.
Come on back to me baby, there’ll never be no one but you.
Please come on back to me baby, there’ll never be no one but you.
I tried so hard baby, but I can’t please you no way I do.
Sometimes you’re with me, but the most of the time you’re gone.
Sometimes you’re with me, but the most of the time you’re gone.
And if you don’t want me baby, then why in the devil don’t you let me alone.
Blues, fallin’ down like drops of rain.
Blues, fallin’ down like drops of rain.
Every once in a while, I can hear my baby call my name.
Come dargli torto?
Paolo
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