El rock and roll de Los Straitjackets tiene toques de rock chicano, bandas sonoras y cameos con todo tipo de músicas: twist, beat, garage. Estos locos enmascarados aparecen con el inclito Kaiser George, con el que han grabado su ultimo disco Twist Party, y con las gogos The Pontani Sisters.
En 1968 el señor Barry Ryan cantanba este tema escrito por su hermano gemelo Paul, dio la vuelta al mundo, 3 millones de copias vendió. Después poco mas se supo de él. Tema largo, mas de 5 minutos, para lo que se acostumbraba a durar una cancion en la época.
Escuchen sin prejuicios.... shhhh!!!
Every night i'm there,
i'm always there, she knows i'm there,
and heaven knows, i hope she goes.
i find it hard to realize that love was in her eyes,
it's dying now, she knows i'm crying now,
and every night i'm there, i break my heart to please
eloise, eloise.
you know i'm on my knees, yeah, i said please.
you're all i want so hear my prayer, my prayer.
My eloise is like the stars that please the night,
the sun that makes the day, that lights the way.
and when my star goes by, i'll hold it in my hands and cry,
her love is mine, my sun will shine.
every night i'm there i break my heart to please
eloise, eloise.
you're all i want, you gotta hear my prayer.
My eloise, i'd love to please her,
i'd love to care, but she's not there.
and when i find you, i'd be so kind,
you'd want to stay, i know you'd stay.
And as the days grow old, the nights grow cold,
i wanna hold her near to me, i know she's dear to me.
and only time can tell and take away this lonely hell,
i'm on my knees to eloise.
and every night i'm there, i break my heart to please
eloise, eloise.
you are my life so hear my prayer.
you are the price, i know you're there.
you're all i want so hear my prayer.
you're all i need and i'm not there,
you know i'm not there.
Dragones del 76 y animales televisivos cercanos, este video os hará una regresión mental, mirandolo friamente no es nada del otro mundo, pero en caliente me pone la piel de gallina y me pegan calambres que terminan en carcajadas que me ahogan.
la la la la lala
bobo bobo bombo
Cantala, es muy facil!!!!
Un poquito de garage, digamos, particular. Tiene toques de varios estilos, asi que no los voy a nombrar, tanto nombre al final lia mas que aclara. De Los Angeles, su sonido de guitarra con bien de fuzz potente, organito jugueton y la voz cautivadora del señor Bonniwell.
Para cenar de segundo plato, puede valer.
I got me a complication
And it's an only child
Concernin' my reputation
As something more than wild
I know it serves me right
But I can't sleep at night
Have to hide my face
Or go some other play-ay-ay-ay-ay-ace
I won't cry out for justice
Admit that I was wrong
I'll stay in hibernation
'Til the talk subsides to gone
My social life's a dud
My name is really mud
I'm up to here in lies
Guess I'm down to size
To size
Can't seem to talk about
The things that bother me
Seems to be
What everybody has
Against me
Oh, oh, all right
Here's the situation
And how it really stands
I'm out of circulation
I've all but washed my hands
My social life's a dud
My name is really mud
I'm up to here in lies
Guess I'm down to size
To size
Talk talk Talk talk Talk talk Talk talk
Estos tronaos de San Diego, California, vienen aqui despues de eschuchar sonidos del Congo, y del profundo Mexico, con su surf maligno digno del camionero cadaver. AUuuuuuuuu!!!!!
