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Greta Van Fleet | Highway Tune | Youth | Classic Rock | Led Zeppelin

Greta Van Fleet is an up and coming young American Rock band who captures the classic rock sound that so many of us love! Most fans have been yearning to hear something new in this genre for some time now! They are compared to Led Zeppelin mostly because of lead singer Josh Kiszka’s Robert Plantesque singing style however they definitely have a sound of their own!

Greta Van Fleet
“Highway Tune”
Lyrics:

Oooooohhhhhhhh mama

No stoppin’ at the red light girl
Cause I wanna get your signal
No goin’ at the green light girl
Cause I wanna be with you now

You are my special
You are my special
You are my midnight, midnight yeah

So sweet
So fine
So nice
Oh my
My my
My my
Ooohhhhh

No stoppin’ on the highway girl
Cause I wanna burn my gas
There’s one girl that I know
I’m never gonna pass

She is my special
She is my special
She is my midnight, midnight yeah

So sweet
So fine
So nice
Oh my
My my
My my
Ooohhhhh

Oooooohhhhhhhh yeah

So sweet
So fine
So nice
Oh my
My my
My my
Ooohhhhh sugar

The Band | Up on Cripple Creek | 1970

The Band released Up on Cripple Creek as the fifth song on their second album “The Band”!

The Band
Up On Cripple Creek
Lyrics:

When I get off of this mountain
You know where I want to go
Straight down the Mississippi river
To the Gulf of Mexico
To Lake Charles, Louisiana
Little Bessie, a girl that I once knew
And she told me just to come on by
If there’s anything she could do

Up on Cripple Creek she sends me
If I spring a leak she mends me
I don’t have to speak she defends me
A drunkard’s dream if I ever did see one

Good luck had just stung me
To the race track I did go
She bet on one horse to win
And I bet on another to show
Odds were in my favor
I had him five to one
When that nag to win came around the track
Sure enough he had won

Up on Cripple Creek she sends me
If I spring a leak she mends me
I don’t have to speak she defends me
A drunkard’s dream if I ever did see one

I took up all of my winnings
And I gave my little Bessie half
And she tore it up and blew it in my face
Just for a laugh
Now there’s one thing in the whole wide world
I sure would like to see
That’s when that little love of mine
Dips her doughnut in my tea

Up on Cripple Creek she sends me
If I spring a leak she mends me
I don’t have to speak she defends me
A drunkard’s dream if I ever did see one

Now me and my mate were back at the shack
We had Spike Jones on the box
She said, “I can’t take the way he sings
But I love to hear him talk”
Now that just gave my heart a fall
To the bottom of my feet
And I swore as I took another pull
My Bessie can’t be beat

Up on Cripple Creek she sends me
If I spring a leak she mends me
I don’t have to speak she defends me
A drunkard’s dream if I ever did see one

Now, it’s hot in California
And up north it’s freezing cold
And this living off the road
Is getting pretty old
So I guess I’ll call up my big mama
Tell her I’ll be rolling in
Bet you know, deep down, I’m kinda tempted
To go and see my Bessie again

Up on Cripple Creek she sends me
If I spring a leak she mends me
I don’t have to speak she defends me
A drunkard’s dream if I ever did see one

Songwriters: Robbie Robertson

Pink Floyd | Echoes | Pompeii | 1971

Pink Floyd recorded this concert documentary for a span of four days in Pompeii in 1971! Here is the video for “Echoes” from the film!

Pink Floyd
“Echoes”
Lyrics:

Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves in labyrinths of coral caves
The echo of a distant tide
Comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine

And no one showed us to the land
And no one knows the wheres or whys
But something stirs and something tries
And starts to climb towards the light

Strangers passing in the street
By chance two separate glances meet
And I am you and what I see is me
And do I take you by the hand
And lead you through the land
And help me understand the best I can
And no one calls us to move on
And no one forces down our eyes
No one speaks
And no one tries
No one flies around the sun

Cloudless every day you fall upon my waking eyes
Inviting and inciting me to rise
And through the window in the wall
Come streaming in on sunlight wings
A million bright ambassadors of morning

And no one sings me lullabies
And no one makes me close my eyes
So I throw the windows wide
And call to you across the sky.