Translation: Soundtracks. While My Guitar Gently Weeps - Martin Luther Mccoy.
I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping While my guitar gently weeps I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping Still my guitar gently
at the bit to get their turn He seen a thousand faces come and go But he?s still here, nobody steels his show With a bottle a gin and a Martin guitar
(Muevelo) (Subelo) Tico era un Boricua de Manhattan Cantaba en el subway Con su beat box y su electric guitar Por las noches era DJ Se paraban en las
Chubby Checker style In a roaring sixties summer night We walked the moon and we were free When Jimi played guitar We shared a dream with Martin Luther
No More Billy Gould: Bass Guitar; Jim Martin: Guitar; Mike Patton: Vocals ( Angel Dust
p) Faith No More Billy Gould: Bass Guitar; Jim Martin: Guitar; Mike Patton: Vocals (
Ain't about my pistol Ain't about my boots Ain't about no northern drives Ain't about my southern roots Ain't about my guitars Ain't about my big old
ooh We are strong We are belong And we know we are right Not gonna catch us now Not gonna catch us now Words and Music - Jane Guitar - Paul Tanner Bass guitar - Martin Little Rhythm guitars
another trick of the light Or did I really catch the sight Of you for a minute with Fire in your eyes Words and Music - Jane Guitar - Paul Tanner Bass guitar - Martin
half-finished painting of a girl that I started last December Here's the first three pages of my novel bout I don't really remember Here's my Martin guitar
