GEORGE HARRISON - SOMEWHERE IN ENGLAND        

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Año de Edición : 1981   
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LISTA DE CANCIONES

1 - Blood From a Clone Letra del tema BLOOD FROM A CLONE (5:04)
2 - Unconsciousness Rules Letra del tema UNCONSCIOUSNESS RULES (4:04)
3 - Life Itself Letra del tema LIFE ITSELF (5:25)
4 - All Those Years Ago Letra del tema ALL THOSE YEARS AGO (4:45)
5 - Baltimore Oriole Letra del tema BALTIMORE ORIOLE (4:57)
6 - Teardrops Letra del tema TEARDROPS (5:07)
7 - That Which I Have Lost Letra del tema THAT WHICH I HAVE LOST (4:47)
8 - Writings on the Wall  (4:59)
9 - Hong Kong Blues Letra del tema HONG KONG BLUES (3:55)
10 - Save the World Letra del tema SAVE THE WORLD (5:56)

LETRA DE BLOOD FROM A CLONE

They say they like it, but now in the market it May not go well as its too laid back You need some oomph-papa, nothing like [[Frank Zappa]] And not New Wave, they dont play that crap
Try beating your head on a brick wall Hard like a stone Dont have time for the music They want the blood from a clone
I hear a clock ticking, I feel the nitpicking I almost quit kicking at the wall There seems a confusion under the illusion That they know just what will suit you all
Beating my head on a brick wall Hard like a stone Aint got time for the music They want the blood from a clone
There is no sense to it, pure pounds and pence to it Theyre so intense too, makes me amazed Dont want no music, but theyre making you sick with Some awful noises that may get played
By beating their heads on a brick wall Hard like a stone Aint no messing round with music They want the blood from a clone
Beating my head on a brick wall Hard like a stone Aint got time for the music They want the blood from a clone
Where will it all lead us? I thought we had freed us From the mundane, seems Im wrong again Could be they lack roots, theyre still wearing jack boots Theyre marching somewhere in the pouring rain
Beating my head on a brick wall Hard like a stone Dont have time for the music They want the blood from a clone
Beating my head on a brick wall Hard like a stone Aint no messing round with music Given the blood from a clone
Beating my head on a brick wall Hard like a stone Aint got time for the music They want the blood from a clone

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