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Rating: By now you've become a gentleman in middle age... you still have long hair, you refuse to cut it, but despite this small legacy you know very well that there would be no point in playing "Out in the Fields" or "Run For Cover" once again. You look in the mirror, and you're happy with what you see, with what you've achieved... passion, energy, melancholy, and introspection coexist peacefully in every expression of yours, you show it clearly every time you pick up your Gibson... you could never conceal the infinite emotional transport you feel every time you play, even if it's just one single, simple, long note. You glance back, and you know very well that you could never deny what you've done in the past, but you also know it's time to move forward... the blues, Peter Green, his guitar that's now yours, that one symbolic coin passing from your hand to his... Here you are, now, once again with that precious instrument in your hands... a cry or a whisper, to violate it or caress it.
You stand still for a moment, and a smile escapes you: you're a damn heretic, you know that very well, or maybe others know it better than you! You decide not to care about purism and all that jazz, you're convinced that rock and blues coexist with such a naturalness as to seem inseparable (and maybe they really are)... Even King Albert seems to think so, while you play like two old friends, him with his unmistakable minimalist touch and you with that unstoppable cascade of notes. The blues is an old story, told a million times, perhaps obsolete, but you're capable of giving new life to those yellowed pages... You play the riff of "Still Got The Blues", a shiver runs down your spine: you're a good singer, but if you could, you'd let her sing alone. At midnight you launch your blues and every note seems like it's always the last, the most intense.
The years pass, and even in a quiet and twilight atmosphere, every one of your interventions stands out in a seductive contrast of lights... A dark-skinned old man comes in, with his usual hat and pipe giving him a strange smile. He too is called Albert, he too is a King, despite his last name being Collins. You say you're too tired but in reality, you give life to something vigorous and the old man's smile becomes satisfied. Here and there you enjoy Don Airey's Hammond, who decides to accompany you for much of the journey. You continue straight on your path until you meet a cockroach named George who graces you with his presence, smiling and affable. Now you are alone and decide to unleash all your love, loudly and boldly... You decide to unplug. You return from where you came, sit on the bed, take the guitar out of the case, and your mind returns to when, as a child, you tried to repeat the gestures and chords of Green and Hendrix... you shake your head, with a vaguely satisfied smile, and resume playing...
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
01 Moving On (02:39)
(Gary Moore)
I'm gonna leave this place tomorrow.
I'm gonna leave this town behind.
I'll be gone before the morning,
on the other side of the mound.
That's why I'm moving on.
I'm moving on.
I've been hanging around too long,
it's time I was moving on.
Oh, well I'm tired of the same old faces,
and I'm sick of the same old names.
I'm getting bored with the same old places,
everybody starts to look the same.
That's why I'm moving on.
I'm moving on.
I've been hanging around too long,
it's time I was moving on.
Move it for me!
I've been tryin' to settle down here,
but my feet just won't stay still.
And I've heard that the grass is greener
on the other side of the hill.
That's why I'm moving on.
I'm moving on.
I've been hanging around too long,
it's time I was moving on.
Give me one more for the go!
I'm gonna leave this town tomorrow.
I'm gonna leave this place behind.
You can bet your bottom dollar,
all my troubles will be far behind.
That's why I'm moving on.
I'm moving on.
I've been hanging around too long,
it's time I was moving on.
I've been hanging around too long,
it's time I was moving on.
Said I've been hanging around too long,
it's time I was moving on.
Get out of here!
02 Oh Pretty Woman (04:25)
(Wiliams)
Oh, pretty woman
sure's the rising sun.
Says all your cheap paint and powder
ain't gonna help you none.
'Cause she's a pretty woman
right down to her bone.
So you might as well
leave your skin alone.
Pretty woman,
what's the matter with you?
Can't make you love me
no matter what I do.
Oh, pretty woman,
whatcha gonna do?
You kept on foolin' around
till I got stuck on you.
So you can drop your mess
and come down off your throne,
stop using my poor heart
as just a stepping stone.
Pretty woman,
what's the matter with you?
Can't make you love me
no matter what I do.
Oh, pretty woman
that's all right for you.
Now you just go on doing
what you wanna do.
But someday when you think
that you've got it made,
you're gettin' water deep enough
so you can't wade.
Pretty woman,
what's the matter with you?
Can't make you love me
no matter what I do.
Oh, pretty woman.
Oh, pretty woman.
Oh, pretty woman.
Oh, pretty woman.
Can't make you love me
no matter what I do. No!
Can't make you love me
no matter what I do. No!
Can't make you love me
no matter what I do.
Oh, pretty woman,
I just can't make you love me.
Oh, no.
03 Walking by Myself (02:55)
You know I love you.
You know it's true.
Give you all my love, babe.
What more can I do?
Walking by myself,
I hope you'll understand.
I just want to be your lovin' man.
I love ya, yes I love you
with my heart and soul.
I wouldn't mistreat you
for my weight in gold.
You know I love you.
You know it's true.
Give you all my love, babe.
What more can I do?
Walking by myself,
I hope you'll understand.
I just want to be your lovin' man.
Here we go!
Keep on walkin'!
You know I love you.
You know it's true.
I give you all my --, babe.
What more can I do?
I'm walking by myself,
I hope you'll understand.
I just want to be your lovin' man.
I said I'm walking by myself,
I hope you'll understand.
I just want to be your lovin',
I just want to be your lovin',
I just want to be your lovin' man.
That's right.
04 Still Got the Blues (06:10)
Used to be so easy
To give my heart away
But I found out the hard way
There's a price you have to pay
I found out that love
Was no friend of mine
I should have known
Time after time
So long, it was so long ago
But I've still got the blues for you
Used to be so easy
To fall in love again
But I found out the hard way
It's a road that leads to pain
I found out that love
Was more than just a game
You're playing to win
But you'll lose just the same
So long, it was so long ago
But I've still got the blues for you
So many years
Since I've seen your face
But here in my heart
There's an empty space
You used to be
So long, it was so long ago
But I've still got the blues for you
Though the days come and go
there is one thing I know: I've still got the blues for you
05 Texas Strut (04:51)
(Gary Moore)
One, two, three, four.
Let me tell you about the Texas blues.
I went down south to Dallas,
to hear those cowboys wail.
Came across that Billy Gibbons
ridin' on that ZZ trail.
I just can't lose with the Texas blues.
I said I just can't lose with the Texas blues.
The Texas blues.
Got myself in Double Trouble,
when I saw that Texas Flood.
Stevie said The Sky Is Crying,
superstition's in his blood.
I just can't lose with the Texas blues.
I said I just can't lose with the Texas blues.
The Texas blues.
How-how-how-how.
Come on!
I heard that Houston Twister.
He could run you off the tracks.
When he plays that Cold Cold Feeling,
you get the shivers down your back.
I just can't lose with the Texas blues.
I said I just can't lose with the Texas blues.
The Texas blues.
A-how-how-how-how.
Well, I'm going back to Dallas.
Won't go waitin' for no bus.
Ridin' off into the sunset.
You won't see my heels for dust.
I just can't lose with the Texas blues.
I said I just can't lose with the Texas blues.
I said I just can't lose with the Texas blues.
And I just can't lose with the Texas blues.
The Texas blues.
Texas blues.
A-how-how-how-how.
A-how-how-how-how.
06 Too Tired (02:50)
Yeah!
I laid down last night, too tired to wake.
I had a chill this morning, too tired to shake.
I got a good poker hand, too tired to win.
I can hear my baby knockin', too tired to let her in.
I'm tired.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm tired.
Too tired, too tired for anything.
I'm too tired to walk,
too tired to run.
I can hear my baby callin'.
Too tired, too tired,
I'm tired.
Yes, I'm tired.
I'm tired,
I'm too tired for anything.
Take over Albert, I'm too tired for this!
I'm tired of prospherity.
I'm tired of luck.
I'm sittin' on a pin,
I'm too tired to get up.
I'm tired.
I declare I'm tired.
I'm too tired,
too tired for anything.
Oh, Albert I'm tired.
You better take over Albert.
I'm too tired baby.
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