Tramuda Blues
A drink
Bombay on the rocks
A smile
Money for the jukebox
If I deserved love
I’d see you more often
But you’re slippery and sharp
Too much alive for this ol’ timer
If not for the ghost of your eyes
I’d call you a dream
Tramuda Blues
A drink
Bombay on the rocks
A smile
Money for the jukebox
If I deserved love
I’d see you more often
But you’re slippery and sharp
Too much alive for this ol’ timer
If not for the ghost of your eyes
I’d call you a dream
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Great song, never heard of Rosie before. A kind of hopeful yearning for times when i wan’t even born yet…
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try this one by her, there is a haunting draw to these songs if there is a rock n roll heaven i think these would be on the play list – https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y7-GHjlo6Bw#
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I did a post on dance marathons, i can imagine dancind to this after 24 hours on my feet.
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Not sure what happened, was following your blog before and then i wasn’t, but signed up again! 🙂
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ii thought you were. gremlins right? anyway welcomeback
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