Travelling in a fried-out Kombi
On a hippie trail, head full of zombie
I met a strange lady, she made me nervous
She took me in and gave me breakfast
And she said:
Do you come from a land down under
Where women glow and men plunder
Cant you hear, cant you hear the thunder
You better run, you better take cover."
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LYNYRD SKYNYRD TO RELEASE BRAND NEW LIVE ALBUM
“LIVE IN ATLANTIC CITY” ON SEPTEMBER 21st on earMUSIC.
FEATURING GUEST APPEARANCES BY 3 DOORS DOWN, HANK WILLIAMS JR. AND BO BICE.
There is no other true American rock band quite like Lynyrd Skynyrd. The iconic Rock
«Paint It, Black” by The Rolling Stones
Producer: Andrew Loog Oldham
Composers: Mick Jagger and Keith Richards
Lyricists: Mick Jagger and Keith Richards
Associated Performers: Mick Jagger, Brian Jones, Keith Richards, Charlie Watts and Bill Wyman
Lyrics:
I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
I see a line of cars and theyre all painted black
With flowers and my love both never to come back
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
Like a new born baby it just happens every day
I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my red door, I must have it painted black
Maybe then Ill fade away and not have to face the facts
Its not easy facin up when your whole world is black
No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue
I could not foresee this thing happening to you
If I look hard enough into the settin sun
My love will laugh with me before the mornin comes
I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
I wanna see your face, painted black
Black as night, black as coal
I wanna see the sun flying high in the sky
I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black
Yeah!
When we got the opportunity to do a live version of Alone, Pt. II in Napoleons castle in Château de Fontainebleau in France, no was not an option. I was as mind blown of the mesmerizing castle, as of Ava´s incredible performance. Thanks to everyone involved!
