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Jim Ellison - 12 años sin Jim :'(

faltan 8 días para que se cumpla un año mas sin la presencia de Jim Ellison, cantante y guitarrista de Material Issue, ah! y ROCKSTAR!
el usuario mosquedamusic de youtube hace un cover de la cancion "next big thing" (hermosa version, como la cancion) y edita un video.




I met her at a bar where I often sit down
and have myself a drink
She played my favorite song
before I had time to think
So I bought her a round and she pounded it down
let out a laugh like a freight train
We exchanged small talk
Doesn't it feel like rain?
She said...
"You and I we're two of a kind, not afraid to dream"
"We could be, the next big thing"
She told me her roommate was gone for the weekend
borrowed her car and took off with her boyfriend
They'd be married soon
was it December or June?
She was an artist with a two bedroom apartment
Her dad kept her going on a weekly allowance
She'd be graduating soon
Was it December or June?
She said...
"You and I we're two of a kind, not afraid to dream"
"We could be, the next big thing"
So I bought her one more
and she stared at the door
watching the parade moving out and in
She made fun of their clothes
She said that I could never be one of those
And I thought to myself you're just like everybody else
Standing at the station, but missing the train
I turned to catch her expression
She walked back home in the rain.
And I said...
"You and I we're two of a kind, not afraid to dream"
"We coulda been, the next big thing"
The Next Big Thing (repeat x3)

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la letra de una hermosa cancion You say I only hear what I want to. You say I talk so all the time so. And I thought what I felt was simple, And I thought that I don’t belong, And now that I am leaving, Now I know that I did something wrong ’cause I mised you. Yeah yeah, I missed you. And you say I only hear what I want to: I don’t listen hard, Don’t pay attention to the distance that you’re running To anyone, anywhere, don’t understand if you really care, I’m only hearing negative: no, no, no. So I turned the radio on, I turned the radio up, And this woman was singing my song: Lover’s in love, and the other’s run away, Lover is crying ’cause the other won’t stay. Some of us hover when we weep for the other who was Dying since the day they were born. Well, well, this is not that; I think that I’m throwing, but I’m thrown. And I thought I’d live forever, but now I’m not so sure. You try to tell me that I’m clever, But that won’t take me anyhow, or anywhere with you. You said that I was ...