One channel from Argentina aired a few songs from last Wednesday concert.
I was with my little sister and my grandma. When she saw Rusty Anderson playing his Gibson Les Paul my sister was like:
- Look granny! That’s the guitar I like! But I like Jimmy Page’s better, it’s another colour.
And then when he started playing Hey Jude she said: - Thanks Paul for “inventing” this song!
I love her <3
Floating down, through the clouds
Memories come rushing up to meet me now.
But in the space between the heavens
and the corner of some foreign field
I had a dream.
I had a dream.
After the service when you’re walking slowly to the car
And the silver in her hair shines in the cold November air
You hear the tolling bell
And touch the silk in your lapel
And as the tear drops rise to meet the comfort of the band
You take her frail hand
And hold on to the dream.
A place to stay
“Oi! A real one …”
Enough to eat
Somewhere old heroes shuffle safely down the street
Where you can speak out loud
About your doubts and fears
And what’s more no-one ever disappears
You never hear their standard issue kicking in your door.
You can relax on both sides of the tracks
And maniacs don’t blow holes in bandsmen by remote control
And everyone has recourse to the law
And no-one kills the children anymore.
And no one kills the children anymore.
Night after night
Going round and round my brain
His dream is driving me insane.
In the corner of some foreign field
The gunner sleeps tonight.
What’s done is done.
We cannot just write off his final scene.
Take heed of the dream.
Take heed. <3
This is what I’ve been doing. Fortunately, I didn’t get hurt and I think I’m getting better at skating. :D
And that’s a photo I took to my sister before she performed for the first time in front of a lot of people. She’s 7 and much better than me!