paroles de chanson Classic Rock Bar - HAZE
I
was
playing
on
stage
when
i
heard
the
news
the
night
that
mad
sass
died
Took
the
boys
out
the
back
ran
through
the
chords
of
free
electric
band
& We
played
for
the
lives,
played
for
the
times,
played
for
the
memory
of
the
big
man,
I
don′t
think
we'll
see
his
like
again,
no
not
again
There
was
buffy
& toastie
the
ginger
twats,
Birley
mick
bona
& martin,
hippy
phil,
splodge,
les,
rob
tarana,
spider,
wolfie
& sarah.
Little
chris,
fred,
lez,
anna
& Ed,
sergio
& paul
pearson
too!
And
a
little
old
lady
from
the
flats
round
the
back,
just
don′t
tell
the
kids
she's
down
the
CRB
There
were
Chavs
with
bags
of
stolen
booze,
in
black
& yellow
carriers
Friday
night
kids
heading
for
the
coop,
stop
by
for
a
shandy
or
two
Music
playing
every
night
sass
at
the
helm
with
a
pint
or
eight
of
baccardi
& coke
his
bike
stood
in
the
corner,
hey
you'd
better
not
touch!
We
had
all
day
barbeques
and
charity
gigs
bikers
from
the
long
riders,
folkies,
hippy′s
goths
& druids,
even
Morris
dancers
too
A
sign
that
says
no
suits
allowed,
but
warning,
may
contain
nuts
Misfits,
bikers,
dreamers,
musos,
poets,
& drummers
too
in
the
the
CRB
Every
Monday
night
we′d
go
the
good
the
bad
the
ugly
Easy
rider
£1.50
a
pint
at
the
open
mic
And
some
cant
sing
and
some
cant
play,
but
no
one
really
cares
And
the
greatest
stage
that
I
ever
played,
was
on
the
sticky
carpet
at
the
CRB
A
derelict
bar
made
home
for
the
homeless,
The
Buffer
made
jolly
again
From
tuxedo
blue
to
the
Yorkshireman
killed
by
the
people
who
shut
him
down
And
I
don't
think
we′ll
see
his
likes
again
no
not
again
In
the
summer
of
2005
bikes
roared
across
the
city,
From
ecclesall
road
to
grenoside
stopping
for
a
pint
on
the
way
Harleys,
triumphs,
trikes
& hogs
you
could
hear
'em
from
afar
Standing
room
only
in
the
chapel
of
rest
and
eoin
teather
played
Moon
River,
Raise
a
can
of
special
brew
for
Sass,
Sass
and
all
of
the
crew
down
the
Classic
Rock
Bar
We
gathered
there
by
candlelight
a
vigil
for
the
past
Guitars
& bikes
& cans
of
booze,
wrote
tributes
on
the
walls
But
now
there′s
just
a
pile
of
bricks
and
we're
a
poorer
quieter
town
Coz
we
lost
the
man
who
brought
it
all
together,
brought
us
all
together
at
the
classic
rock
bar
We′ve
lost
more
than
I
think
we'll
ever
know,
but
you
never
know,
not
down
the
CRB
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