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The Sadness Of Your Eyes
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A new take of one I have been fooling with a while now. Is in G minor. Graham
been there virgin sand ou
Strictly a demos only performer <br />Jam at live gigs sometimes and have a whole lotta fun doing it
I am writer, and general Mister Nice Guy. I am not a performer but manage to squeak out stuff good enough for others to hear and do better with. Lucky for you lot. I get a few other people to sing and play some of my stuff. I do make Karaoke tracks of my songs and perform them every Saturday night, trotting twix the two local pubs that do karaoke. I have a whole heap more fun than doing covers all the time. Most weeks having at least one new song to try out on the punters. Have seven recorded and getting airplay. And not only on my show Roar Radio either. Backing music for Born To Be Blue is now on a video showing the Esperance service providers. Out soon. More later.
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Genre
Rock Rock General
Charts
Peak #759
Peak in subgenre #159
Author
Graham Henderson
Rights
Graham Henderson APRA
Uploaded
July 14, 2004
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MP3 3.0 MB 128 kbps 0:00
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The Sadness Of Your Eyes © Copyright APRA Graham Henderson 2003 The sadness of your eyes isn’t pretty. And I believe I know why. The make-up you’ve applied. Can never hope to hide. The scars you try not to bare. And think you wear inside. But I’ve seen that look so many times On girls who take this ride. So. Don’t worry, it’s only us who know. You can bet your bottom dollar I’m not telling anyone. There’s no-one on this Greyhound Can see you’re on the run So lay back and let The miles to freedom roll along. Chorus You’re on a bus to anywhere. Hightailing out of Hell. Each backward glance, I chance to see. Has another tale to tell. Bet anywhere. Seems A really nice place to be. Yeah. That’s what I see. In the sadness of your eyes. Instrumental Maybe I should say hello. Even drop a hint or two I know. Then again, maybe not. Might be best to leave my thoughts In my head where they belong So I’ll just sit, talking to you mind. Watching freedom’s road, unwind. So you just let those miles, roll on by. And I’ll call the law if I see a car following behind. Chorus You’re on a bus to anywhere. Hightailing out of Hell. Each backward glance, I chance to see. Has another tale to tell. Bet anywhere. Seems A really nice place to be. Yeah. That’s what I see. In the sadness of your eyes.
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