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NOME DELLA BAND: The Lonesome Pines

TITOLO BRANO INEDITO: Tears of rain

GENERE: Folk – Country

MEMBRI: MARCO OLIVERI, ANDREA OLIVERI, MARCO 'POLDO' POGGIO

BREVE BIOGRAFIA: I Lonesome Pines nascono nei primi mesi del 2009 da una comune passione di tre ragazzi savonesi per la musica americana. Il country, il folk, il blues sono i generi che la band preferisce e che fa suoi attraverso la riproposizione di brani di gruppi e musicisti appartenenti alla tradizione musicale americana come Bob Dylan, Neil Young, Bruce Springsteen, Creedence Clearwater Revival e molti altri, il tutto per arrivare alla stesura in seguito di brani inediti. Nei mesi di marzo/aprile la band si chiude in studio per registrare il primo demo contenente alcune cover che i nostri ritengono meglio rappresentative del proprio sound. Durante l'estate i "Pini solitari" sollevano le radici dal terreno e cominciano a macinare km su km per portare la propria musica in giro, ottenendo un buon successo di pubblico.In novembre il gruppo realizza 'Tears Of Rain', un demo contenente cinque brani originali di propria composizione.

WEBSITE: www.myspace.com/thelonesomepinesband

TESTO:

Oh, meadows just like ocean
oh, pastures of green and gold
little home in the valley
mornings kissed by the sun
mornings kissed by the sun.

And I was walking thru the empty mornings
and I gazed at the stars at night

tears of rain were on my mind.
And thru the pain and the sorrow
on the highway I spent my days
tears of rain were on my face
tears of rain were on my face...

Young women, they carried roses
carryin' their souls just like silver chains
in the fields where sun don't shine
and men are fightin' in the dark
men are fightin' against the dark.

And I was walking thru the empty mornings
and I gazed at the stars at night

Tears of rain were on my mind.
And thru the pain and the sorrow
on the highway I spent my days
tears of rain were on my face
tears of rain were on my face

Can the wind blows thru the dust?
Can a man live such a life?
Can a young girl's little baby
sleep so quiet all his nights
or in the grass, beneath a clear blue sky?

Must the sun die every evening?
Must the night be so long and cold?
Must I stop my heart when it's bleeding?
Must I wipe my tears away?No,
I can't wipe my tears away.

And I was walking thru the empty mornings
and I gazed at the stars at night

Tears of rain were on my mind.
And thru the pain and the sorrow

on the highway I spent my days
tears of rain were on my face
tears of rain were on my face
Were on my face.