Nová deska

19. července 2009 v 1:04 | Julie |  Good Fellas

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Příšlo léto a sním i super noviny!
Good Fellasové natočily svojí druhou desku a můžete se na ní těšit koncem léta. Budou na ní songy jako No You Around, Let Me Decide, Rollin', Radio Calling, Sleepy Hollow, Online a podle kluků i překvápka :)
V létě budou putovat po celé ČR a uvidíme je zase na podzim! (chjooo dlouhá doba)
Vy v Karlových Varech a poblíž máte ještě možnost kluky zachytit 1. srpna v hospůdce METEOR
Těšte se!
 

Smilin Loosers

20. června 2009 v 0:48 | Faninka 01 |  Good Fellas
Pro Good Fellas
No... Napište svůj názor na tohle video do komentářů prosím XD


CT 24!!!Good fellas

16. června 2009 v 16:10 | Fanynka 01. |  Good Fellas
Mám tady pro vás úplně super záznam kluků v

CT24

ZDE, TADY a ještě TUU

Moc se mi to líbilo, SUPER!!!!!

A ještě tady mám super odpoledne!!!!!! Teda moje a Juliino!!!

Noooo...asi vám to nebudu povídat.

AHOJ!!!!!

P:S. Julčo, nezabij mě!!!
 


Lost Children

2. června 2009 v 19:02 | Faninka 01 |  Sundays on clarendon road - texty
We were better
we got worse
apathy is now the course
the feelings aren't in our hands
they float like dead leaves in the vacant plots of our heads
We're big cities
And all the playgrounds
There are lost children.
There's no feeling
words lost meaning
A breeze coming through, leaving question marks
in our strictly combed hair.
We're big cities
And all the playgrounds
There are lost children.

Liverpool

2. června 2009 v 19:01 | Faninka 01 |  Sundays on clarendon road - texty
I am such a little child
My father's on the phone
I'm down, he whispers and he moans
Through the white noise
There are people in Liverpool
Noone knows me in Liverpool
Can't pay my taxes or my rent
My lovers and you, you're my only friends
Oh, son, I want to come back home
I don't dare to ask him where that is
Oh, son, I want to come back home
Where's that now, where, where, where
Oh, son, I want to see your face
These years were such a waste
Oh, son, I want to walk those streets again
Keep your feet warm.

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