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40th Floor II
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Turning 40 can be tough. Indian Blues version.
female vocalist blues fol
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Touch-Music from one of Minnesota's best female folk/rock/blues entertainers.
A versatile Singer, Songwriter, Recording Artist and Performer, American Gypsy is one of those rare few who can be called a true entertainer whose music and lyrics capture your heart and soul. Her amazing songs-with-a-story and vocals have touched people around the world earning her the phrase "Touch-Music by American Gypsy". She has that special ability to make people laugh, cry and rock all within the space of a few songs. If you sit for a moment and listen to her music, you will be transported to a place or relive a story that you believed only belonged to you. American Gypsy captivates her audiences at a wide variety of venues including, bars and motorcycle rallies throughout Minnesota and Wisconsin. From small intimate groups to large rowdy crowds, her performances entice and involve fans of all ages. Her style and songs, although uniquely American Gypsy, have been compared to Lucinda Williams, K. D. Lange, Willie Nelson, Jim Croce, Joan Baez and John Lennon. Brassy, sassy and sensual, with a special ability to capture an audience, American Gypsy performs a wide array of cover songs as well as her original music. Although well known for ability to add her unique style to cover songs, audiences know her music and constantly request her original songs. If you want to be truly entertained and enjoy music at it's best, don't miss American Gypsy at one of her live performances. You will be glad you did.
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Charts
#19,876 today Peak #34
#4,390 in subgenre Peak #14
Author
American Gypsy - Produced by John Ludi
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American Gypsy
Uploaded
October 28, 2001
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MP3 3.3 MB 128 kbps 0:00
Story behind the song
This song was written one night, on the two-year anniversary of Chris' death. Here's to you, Crazy Horse.
Lyrics
40th Floor By American Gypsy I've got a burnin' down deep in my belly, and this achin' is fillin' my soul. I can't see the sun and I can't see the moon, and this city is out of control. I'm walkin' the street and it's burnin' my feet, and the sirens are fillin' my head. I see hollow eyes and I hear silent cries of the others like me walkin' dead. Ohh ohh ohh There's a place in my mind, and I know it exists, somewhere other than just in my dreams. Where my spirit is home and I'm not all alone, and the silence is broken by screams of the hawk as he flies overhead. No my hope isn't dead, and my wings are outspread as I stand with the wind in my face. I'm standin' on top of the 40th floor and I know that the time's come to choose. I wonder if Crazy Horse knows how I feel, 'cause I think he once stood in these shoes. I'm searching the sky for the high lonesome cry of the hawk that I once set free, My spirit is strong but I just don't belong. Oh my God, what's to become of me? Ohh ohh ohh There's a place in my mind and I know it exists, somewhere other than just in my dreams. Where my spirit is home and I'm not all alone, and the silence is broken by screams of the hawk as he Flies overhead. No my hope isn't dead, and my wings are outspread as I stand with the wind in my face. Copyright American Gypsy 1999. All Rights Reserved
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