| 13 de junio de 2021 |
Radio Carlitos EdiciónDeluxe Vol - 131
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Walter Trout y John Mayall
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No te pierdas el contenido más selecto del reproductor musical de Carlos Herrera
COPE
Señoras, señores, chicos, chicas me alegro. ¡Hola, qué tal!
Nueva entrega de 'Radio Carlitos Deluxe', la selecta lista de música de Carlos Herrera con la que cada semana hace disfrutar a la audiencia de la Cadena COPE en las madrugadas del sábado al domingo entre la 1.00 y las 2.00 horas. En esta ocasión disfruta de clásicos como "The devil must be laughing" de John Mayall y "Me, my guitar and the blues" de Walter Trourt.
Otro sábado en el que Herrera viene con discos debajo del brazo para hacer las delicias de los oyentes de COPE y también de Rock FM, además puedes escuchar el podcast en COPE.es y en las principales plataformas digitales. Un espacio simplemente para escuchar música, para escuchar canciones, cosas que a lo mejor, a lo mejor hace mucho que no escuchas o que quizá posiblemente no has escuchado nunca.
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Jimmy Page & The Black Crowes - "Oh well"
Oh well
Can't help about the shape I'm in
I can't sing, I ain't pretty and my legs are thin
But don't ask me what I think of you
I might not give the answer that you want me to
Oh well
When I talked to god, I knew he'd understand
He said stick by me and I'll be your guiding hand
But don't ask me what I think of you
I might not give the answer that you want me to
Oh well
Jeff Beck & Rod Stewart - "People get ready"
People get ready
People get ready
There's a train a-coming
You don't need no baggage
You just get on board
All you need is faith
To hear the diesels humming
Don't need no ticket
You just thank the Lord
People get ready
For the train to Jordan
Picking up passengers
From coast to coast
Faith is the key
Open the doors and board them
There's room for all
Among the loved the most
There ain't no room
For the hopeless sinner
Who would hurt all mankind just
To save his own
Have pity on those
Whose chances are thinner
Cause there's no hiding place
From the Kingdom's Throne
So people get ready
For the train a-comin'
You don't need no baggage
You just get on board
All you need is faith
To hear the diesels humming
Don't need no ticket
You just thank, you just thank the Lord
Yeah
Oh
Yeah
Oh
I'm getting ready
I'm getting ready
This time I'm ready
This time I'm ready
John Lee Hooker, Carlos Santana - "The healer"
The Healer
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, oh Lord, Lord
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
Blues a healer, all over the world
Blues a healer, healer
All over the world, all over the world
It healed me, it can heal you
Healed me to heal you early one morning
It can heal you the blues can heal you, yeah, yeah
It healed me, healed me, it healed me
I was down, I was down, it healed me
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord
Yes it did, yes it did, look now
A woman left me, the blues healed me
My woman left me, left me, early one morning
Blues healed me, it healed me, healed me, yeah, yeah
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord
Hmm, have mercy
The blues, the blues is a healer
Blues, blues, is a healing healer
It healed, healed, healed
Heal, heal, heal, heal
All over the world, all over the world
It's a healer
One night, I was laying down
Feeling so bad, so low, so low
My woman had left me
Blues came along and healed me
Heal, heal, heal, heal
Robert Plant - "29 Palms"
29 Palms
A fool in love
A crazy situation
Her velvet glove
Knocks me down and down and down and down
Her kiss of fire
A loaded invitation
Inside her smile
She takes me down and down and down and down
Her moves look good
A touch of desperation
From where I stood
She turned my head around and around and around
It comes kinda hard
When I hear your voice on the radio (hear your voice on the radio)
Taking me back down the road leads back to you
Oh-oh 29 Palms
I feel the heat of your desert heart (feel the heat of your desert heart)
Taking me back down the road leads back to you
Oh, I'm burning in love
A strange infatuation
Why cold cold touch, mmm
What must I do, do, do, do
The heat and the dust
Increase my desolation
In God we trust
Always for you, and you, and you, and you
It comes kinda hard
When I hear your voice on the radio (hear your voice on the radio)
Leading me back down the road that leads back to you
Oh-oh-oh 29 Palms
I feel the heat of your desert heart (feel the heat of your desert heart)
Leading me back down the road that leads back to you
Baby, now it comes kinda hard
When I hear your voice on the radio
Leading me back down the road that leads back to you
Oh, don't ya hear me baby, now
29 Palms
I feel the heat of your desert heart (feel the heat of your desert heart)
Leading me back down the road that leads back to you, you, you
Yeah-yeah-yeah
I'm coming home, oh oh
Gonna get there, gonna get there, don't ya know, babe
It comes kinds hard
I said when I hear your voice on the radio
Leading me back down the road that leads back to you
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
29 Palms
Little Feat - "Willin'"
Willin'
I been warped by the rain, driven by the snow
I'm drunk and dirty don't ya know, and I'm still, willin'
And I was out on the road late at night
I'd seen my pretty Alice in every head light
Alice, Dallas Alice
I've been from Tucson to Tucumcari
Tehachapi to Tonapah
Driven every kind of rig that's ever been made
Driven the back roads so I wouldn't get weighed
And if you give me weed, whites and wine
And you show me a sign
I'll be willin', to be movin'
Well I've been kicked by the wind, robbed by the sleet
Had my head stoved in, but I'm still on my feet and I'm still, willin'
Now I smuggled some smokes and folks from Mexico
Baked by the sun, every time I go to Mexico, and I'm still
And I been from Tucson to Tucumcari
Tehachapi to Tonapah
Driven every kind of rig that's ever been made
Driven the back roads so I wouldn't get weighed
And if you give me weed, whites and wine
And you show me a sign
I'll be willin', to be movin'
The Rolling Stones - "Tumbling dice"
Tumbling dice
Mmm yeah! (Woo, woo)
Women think I'm tasty, but they're always tryin' to waste me
Make me burn the candle right down
But, baby, baby, don't need no jewels in my crown
'Cause all you women is low down gamblers
Cheatin' like I don't know how
Baby, got no flavor, fever in the funk house now
This low down bitchin' got my poor feet a itchin'
Don't you know you know the duece is still wild
Baby, I can't stay, you got to roll me
And call me the tumblin' dice
Always in a hurry, I never stop to worry
Don't you see the time flashin' by
Honey, got no money
I'm all sixes and sevens and nines
Say now baby, I'm the rank outsider
You can be my partner in crime
Baby, I can't stay
You got to roll me and call me the tumblin'
Roll me and call me the tumblin' dice
Now baby
Oh my, my, my, I'm the lone crap shooter
Playin' the field ev'ry night
Baby, I can't stay
You got to roll me and call me the tumblin' dice (Call me the tumblin')
Got to roll me (ya yes), got to roll me, got to roll me (Oh yeah)
Got to roll me
Got to roll me (yeah)
Got to roll me (Keep on rolling)
Got to roll me (Keep on rolling)
Got to roll me (Keep on rolling)
Got to roll me
Call me the tumblin' dice, yeah
Got to roll me
Got to roll me
Baby sweet as sugar (Got to roll me)
Yeah, my, my, my yeah (Got to roll me)
Now now now now (Got to roll me)
I went down baby, oh
Got to roll me (hit me)
Baby I'm down
Walter Trout - "Me, my guitar and the blues"
Me, my guitar and the blues
I ain't gonna worry about tomorrow
Gonna let every day stand on its own
I don't worry about tomorrow
Gonna let every day stand on its own
You know tomorrow still be here
And we could all be dead and gone
I ain't gonna worry about you, baby
I ain't gonna worry no more
I ain't gonna worry about you, baby
Lord Lord Lord, I ain't gonna worry no more
Seems like you don't want me, woman
And I know that now I got to go
I know that now I got to go, yes I do
I ain't gonna worry no more, baby
You know that I done paid my dues
I ain't gonna worry about you, baby
Now you know that I done paid my dues
And now that you don't want me, baby
It's just me, my guitar and the blues
Me, my guitar and the blues
I'm leaving you, baby
Peter Green - "Slabo day"
Traffic - "Feelin' alright?"
Feelin' alright?
Seems I've got to have a change of scene
'Cause every night I have the strangest dreams
Imprisoned by the way it could have been
Left here on my own or so it seems
I've got to leave before I start to scream
But someone's locked the door and took the key
You feelin' alright
I'm not feelin' too good myself
Well, you feelin' alright
I'm not feelin' too good myself (oh yeah)
Well, you sure took me for one big ride
And even now I sit and wonder why
That when I think of you I start to cry
I just can't waste my time, I must keep dry
Gotta stop believin' in all your lies
'Cause there's too much to do before I die
You feelin' alright
I'm not feelin' too good myself
Well, you feelin' alright
I'm not feelin' too good myself (oh yeah)
Don't get too lost in all I say
Though…
The devil must be laughing
I had a nightmare dream,
Scary and oh so long.
Blood and murder
And the whole damn world
Went wrong.
Then I woke up
And read the papers
And the Devil
Sang his song.
So many dying
For there ain't no middle ground.
Those fanatics
Are killing innocents.
All around.
There's just too many
To count the bodies
And so many
Can't be found.
It's a deadlock
And the victims multiply.
No solutions;
No sense or reasons why.
And all the children
They're taught in new ways
That could make
Our mothers cry.
That old Devil is laughing,
With a big smile on this face.
We're losing battles
In endless wars
That have no place.
Intolerance and
Mass murder:
So God help
The human race!
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