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100% Bob Dylan

A Jimi Hendrix Tribute

Red House

My band, Doublecross. Classic Rock, Blues, Funk.

MANIC DEPRESSION Jimi Hendrix.Mp3

An acoustic cover of Shifting Sands. Was fun to record.

Shifting Sands - The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band [Cover]

The Bob Dylan Experience, live in action at Golddust Studios, Bromley, UK.

Like A Rolling Stone

Vocal: Vanlalchhanhima Ralte 
Drum: Elisha 
Bass: Bika 
Guitar: Sama 
Keyboard: Kima Chhangte 
Backing Vocal: Malsawmdawngzeli 

Mixing and Editing: Kima Chhangte and Dawngtea (Kings & Prophets Recording Studio) 

Songwriter/Composer: Bob Dylan 

Lyric: 

Mama take this badge off me 
I can't use it anymore 
It's getting dark too dark to see 
Feels like I'm knockin' on Heaven's door 

Knock-knock-knockin' on Heaven's door 
Knock-knock-knockin' on Heaven's door 
Knock-knock-knockin' on Heaven's door 
Knock-knock-knockin' on Heaven's door 

Mama put my guns in the ground 
I can't shoot them anymore 
That cold black cloud is comin' down 
Feels like I'm knockin' on Heaven's door 

Knock-knock-knockin' on Heaven's door 
Knock-knock-knockin' on Heaven's door 
Knock-knock-knockin' on Heaven's door 
Knock-knock-knockin' on Heaven's door 

#cover  #bobdylan #gunsnroses

Knockin' On Heaven's Door

Knockin' On Heaven's Door (feat. Elisha)

Aquellos Maravillosos Años

Light My Fire

Bob Dylan  The Man in Me

Local favorite Eric Bettencourt stops by Studio Z ahead of his show with Will Mallet at One Longfellow Square. 

Eric Bettencourt - I Want You (Bob Dylan) - Web Exclusive - Studio Z - 2015-05-28

Banda tributo a los 4 de Liverpool ubicada en España.

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Ticket To Ride

I put all my singles into one album. Most are very rough, but oh well.

Song Descriptions:

TATTOOS ON YOUR ARM:   This songs is about the NOTORIOUS SAMMY CHILL. In school we used to draw on our hands during class (hence the name). He eventually left the school, so this is an ode to him lwk.

BEAUTFUL BLONDE:   This one is another ode to someone from the early days at school. She's pretty much your basic white girl. Blonde hair, Blue Eyes, Caucasian, yk.

TRYING TO WRITE:   And another one about a white female tsk tsk. Although, this one writes, which is why I named the song that. It also was a running joke that she was a "cute girly pop"...

CRAZY HAIR:   This ones about a caffeine addicted girl with "crazy hair". She Also gave me relationship advice, but it wasn't the best. 

WHEN HES DOWN:   Is about this girl and this other guy who kind of have a relationship (sorta).

LITTLE BOY: is about the one and only KOLBEEEEE (the younger brother of the "crazy hair" girl). This song was done in a kind of ambient/thoughtful faze of my song writing. I was also super inspired by the song Saturday Love by Maxo.

LATE BLOOMER:   This song is about the short friend (ironic, because he's now taller then me now). 

ENDED WITH SOME CHORDS:   This song has meaning :') Its about a trip me and some friends wanna take. We'd rent a van, blast music, and if Manny acts up, we'll tie him to a kite.

YOUR MIND:   This one (which used to have a rap in the beginning that was the CORNIEST THING EVER) is a reply track to Sammy Chills Track "Chill Guy". The end sample in the end is Sammy Chills song. After this song we had some back-and-forth artist "beef" hehe.

ITS ALL OVER:   AND FINALLY, SAMMY CHILL FEATURES FOR THE FIRST TIME!!! this song ended the so called "beef". we never really had beef, it was kind of more just for fun. The ending is when I recorded Sammy Chill giving his notorious mouth trumpet solo.

And that's it folks, enjoy the album. It may be choppy, but its got character to it (hehe).

ENDED WITH SOME CHORDS

I have always loved this song. Hendrix was such an incredibly intuitive and inventive guitar player and great songwriter; he didn't hold a strat, it grew out of his soul. This is a sketch of one of his beautiful thoughts. It's not meant to be a facsimile, it's just meant to refresh a memory, a little tiny bit of the wonder of the prophetic and charming voodoo chile. Fly on Jimi, fly on...

 https://youtu.be/yrgNRu20a_w (over 0.5M views!)

The always amazing Rick Medlock on drums @rick-4-1
Myself on the Other Stuff (forwards and backwards!)...

Castles Made of Sand

CASTLES MADE OF SAND  - Jimi Hendrix

LYRICS :

They're selling postcards of the hanging
They're painting the passports brown
The beauty parlor is filled with sailors
The circus is in town
Here comes the blind commissioner
They've got him in a trance
One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker
The other is in his pants
And the riot squad they're restless
They need somewhere to go
As Lady and I look out tonight
From Desolation Row.

Cinderella, she seems so easy
"It takes one to know one," she smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets
Bette Davis style
And in comes Romeo, he's moaning,
"You belong to Me I Believe."
And someone says, "You're in the wrong place, my friend
You'd better leave."
And the only sound that's left
After the ambulances go
Is Cinderella sweeping up
On Desolation Row.

Now the moon is almost hidden
The stars are beginning to hide
The fortune-telling lady
Has even taken all her things inside
All except for Cain and Abel
And the hunchback of Notre Dame
Everybody is making love
Or else expecting rain
And the Good Samaritan, he's dressing
He's getting ready for the show
He's going to the carnival tonight
On Desolation Row.

Ophelia, she's 'neath the window
For her I feel so afraid
On her twenty-second birthday
She already is an old maid
To her, death is quite romantic
She wears an iron vest
Her profession's her religion
Her sin is her lifelessness
And though her eyes are fixed upon
Noah's great rainbow
She spends her time peeking
Into Desolation Row.

Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood
With his memories in a trunk
Passed this way an hour ago
With his friend, a jealous monk
NOW, he looked so immaculately frightful
As he bummed a cigarette
Then he went off sniffing drainpipes
And reciting the alphabet
You would not think to look at him
But he was famous long ago
For playing the electric violin
On Desolation Row.

Dr. Filth, he keeps his world
Inside of a leather cup
But all his sexless patients
They ARE trying to blow it up
Now his nurse, some local loser
She's in charge of the cyanide hole
And she also keeps the cards that read
"Have Mercy on His Soul"
They all play on the penny whistle
You can hear them blow
If you lean your head out far enough

From Desolation Row.
Across the street they've nailed the curtains
They're getting ready for the feast
The Phantom of the Opera
In a perfect image of a priest
They are spoon-feeding Casanova
To get him to feel more assured
Then they'll kill him with self-confidence
After poisoning him with words
And the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls
"Get outta here if you don't know"
Casanova is just being punished for going
To Desolation Row.

At midnight all the agents
And the superhuman crew
Come out and round up everyone
That knows more than they do
Then they bring them to the factory
Where the heart-attack machine
Is strapped across their shoulders
And then the kerosene
Is brought down from the castles
By insurance men who go
Check to see that nobody is escaping
To Desolation Row.

Praise be to Nero's Neptune
The Titanic sails at dawn
Everybody's shouting
"Which side are you on?"
And Ezra Pound and T. S. Eliot
Fighting in the captain's tower
While calypso singers laugh at them
And fishermen hold flowers
Between the windows of the sea
Where lovely mermaids flow
And nobody has to think too much
About Desolation Row.

Yes, I received your letter yesterday
About the time the door knob broke
When you asked me how I was doing
Or was that some kind of joke?
All these people that you mention
Yes, I know them, they're quite lame
I had to rearrange their faces
And give them all another name
Right now I can't read too good
Don't send me no more letters no
Not unless you mail them
From Desolation Row.

Highway 61 Revisited

Bob Dylan - Desolation Row

Bob Dylan Hurricane

The Definitive Tribute to Bob Dylan

Subterranean Homesick Blues

Wolf Larsen 
{singer // songwriter // type-writer}

These Field Recordings are songs I recorded on my phone. 
A little homegrown, but some of my favorites.

CD: www.wolflarsenmusic.com
iTunes: http://itun.es/iPD73Y

Blowin' in the Wind {Bob Dylan} - Wolf Larsen

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Bob Dylan The Man in Me

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