Tim Baker | All Hands | First Play Live

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  • Опубліковано 21 жов 2024

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  • @jmichaelbellenger
    @jmichaelbellenger 5 років тому +4

    Creative genius and freedom all rolled into one..........
    The whole band.....what a great sound and energy.
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  • @SAbowser
    @SAbowser 5 років тому +4

    I was so sad when I heard Hey Rosetta! broke up but it's good to see Tim is still making amazing music.

  • @OliviaHaize
    @OliviaHaize 5 років тому

    i super dig this!!!!

  • @krs3612
    @krs3612 11 місяців тому

    Lyrics
    Late at night in my troubled mind
    I go back to those summer times
    A boy in bed, all the windows wide
    You can hear the hot rods running from the light
    From the light, into the dark
    That's all I wanted in my cousin's car
    To listen to the wind and to the lead guitars
    And feel the reckless running of your heart
    Now is that gone or does that all remain?
    Can I go back and have it all again?
    Well now I know it, where I'm going
    I'm going back behind the river
    I'm going back behind the rain
    'Cause no matter where you're headed
    You end up where you been
    What's to come, I cannot say
    But the mainland calls to take me away
    Can take my life, but when I die
    I'm only going back to those valley black nights
    Gone from the light into the dark
    I won't be scared, I will not come apart
    I'll feel the wind, sing the riffs
    Piled in the backseat with all of my friends
    All hands are with me and it's like a dream
    Lovers and kin, they all come back to me
    And we're somehow seventeen
    And we're drinking on the beach
    And the bays are full of fish
    And the blazing fires lit
    And our bodies start to lift
    But we are unafraid of it
    We are unafraid
    Well now we know it, where we're going
    We're going back behind the river
    We're going back behind the rain
    'Cause no matter where I'm headed
    I'll only end up where I been, yeah
    I was tearing at her sweater
    I was crying on her chin
    Oh, all the while she singing

  • @MorganBurton
    @MorganBurton 5 років тому +1

    “Music is the moonlight in the gloomy night of life.” - JPF Richter