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• Artiste: Brook Pridemore
• Titre: Keith Richards
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Well, it rained like hell In the city last night And the leaves fell down today My head is a radio station that won't take off I am standing on the corner Trying to do my very best Keith Richards Who's doing his best Nick Drake Doing his very best impression of me Play guitar, stop singing along There's a hole in my head Where the pictures of you have gone And, try as I might, I cannot shake the feeling That my life is a joke gone wrong Play guitar, stop singing along There's a mighty fine line Between a love affair and a car crash There's a great divide Between you and I these days And I wouldn't set foot In Toledo again if you paid me Bang my head against the wall Trying to find your earthly remains Play guitar, stop singing along There's a hole in my head Where the pictures of you have gone And, try as I might, I cannot shake the feeling That my life is a joke gone wrong Play guitar, stop singing along There's a streetlight, there's a firefight, there's a bottle in every hand There's a message on the window, there's a line drawn in the sand And I am begging you, I am begging you, "Baby, please don't leave your man" And I am holding my breath 'til my heart starts beating again I can see my breath on this February New Jersey morning I can hear the bagpipes ringing in the Ides of March I can see you shaking your head without moving a muscle I can hear your voice but I can't remember your name Play guitar, stop singing along There's a hole in my head Where the pictures of you have gone And, try as I might, I cannot shake the feeling That my life is a joke gone wrong Play guitar, stop singing along