Sonntag, 9. Dezember 2012
Grateful Life - When The Whirlwind Passes By / 1995
Nirgendwo im Netz zu finden. Gekauft vor Jahren in Bremen beim CD-Dealer (Hot Shot Records) meines Vertrauens, der ab und an selber CDs aus den Vereinigten Staaten importiert.
Tun wir also unserer Chronistenpflicht genüge, und laden CD-Cover und Titelreihenfolge dieser offenbar in Eigenregie produzierten CD ("made in USA") hoch und hinauf in das weite, weite Internet:
GRATEFUL LIFE
Allan Lowe - Accustic Guitar, Lead Vocals, Percussion
Steve Byce - Lead Guitar, Harmony Vocals
Paul Rennie - Bass Guitar, Harmony Vocals, Lead Vocals
Nick Poturich - Drums
In Loving Memory of Julian Ray Fletcher
01 - Need the Love
02 - Till I'm Lifted Up
03 - True Love
04 - Devil Laughing
05 - It Wasn't Free
06 - My Jesus
07 - Boundless Love
08 - Intro: The Return
09 - When The Whirlwind Passes By
10 - Healer of Hearts
11 - Jesus Will
12 - To The Hills (Psalm 121)
13 - Little Brother
14 - Guiding Light
15 - Giving Up The Blues
Vieleicht sucht ja irgendwann noch einmal eine zweite Person nach dem CD-Cover, um seine Itunes Datenbank zu komplettieren.
Den Beispieltitel habe ich dann lieder boch wieder deaktiviert, ich möchte es mir letztlich nicht mit irgenwem rechlich oder monetär verscherzen.
Lyric zu Titel 4:
Girl wears a thousand dollar necklace,
A hundred dollar pair of jeans.
She drives a ninety-five Mercedes,
And cries I don't know what life means.
Boy's got a dollar in his pocket,
And a belly full of wine.
He wants to reach an understanding,
Of why he's crying all the time.
(Chorus)
If they could hear the devil laughing,
from her mansion to his alley,
I believe they'd turn to Jesus.
Let him lift them from their valley.
Woman married a gung ho doctor,
Unfullfilled she takes a lover.
One valium won't stop shameful feelings,
She takes another and another.
Man says his children are a hassle,
He say his wife is such a nag.
His job has pushed him to the limit.
Now every day is just a drag.
(Chorus)
If they could hear the devil laughing,
With such pleasure at their pain.
I beleive they'd turn to Jesus,
Let his crimson wash their stain.
If they could hear the devil laughing,
As he drowns them in his flood.
I believe they'd turn to Jesus,
Let Jesus wash them in his blood.