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Titolo brano: LIGHTS OF LAS VEGAS Numero del brano: FCH 20 5.0 (Trackcode: FCH002005) Compositore: Brian Tarquin Browne, Philip John Sampognaro
Interpreti: Brian Tarquin, Ron Bumblefoot Thal, Phil Naro EAN/GTIN: 890133001766 ISRC: DE-NK7-21-62005 Album: ULTIMATE SPORTS VOCALS Numero di Catalogo: 20 Etichetta: 1st Choice Music - FCH codice LC: 96342
Interpreti: Brian Tarquin, Ron Bumblefoot Thal, Phil Naro EAN/GTIN: 890133001766 ISRC: DE-NK7-21-62005 Album: ULTIMATE SPORTS VOCALS Numero di Catalogo: 20 Etichetta: 1st Choice Music - FCH codice LC: 96342
Hard rock vocals with driving guitar rhythms and soaring guitar solos featuring Phil Naro.
| Artists | Brian Tarquin, Ron Bumblefoot Thal, Phil Naro |
|---|---|
| Tempo | medio |
| Featured instruments | Chitarra elettrica (feat.), Vocale (feat.) |
| Formation | piccolo (2-10) |
| Sound | acustico |
| Version | Versione principale |
| Duration | 3:44 |
| Release date | 2021-04-29 |
| ISRC | DENK72162005 |
| Download file name | FCH002005_LIGHTS_OF_LAS_VEGAS_SONOTON |
| GEMA Workcode | 28061695 |
Produced, Recorded, Mix & Mastered by Brian Tarquin at Jungle Room Studios.
Lone gunman, on the 32nd floor.
Opened fire on the poor souls.
Echoes of gunshots, flash above the desert
Souls fall silent , the One-man giant.
I question humanity, and my beliefs.
Where is God in all of this? I wonder what he thinks now.
Fates are shuffling, like a deck of cards,
Can’t believe what I’m seeing, in a man’s hands.
Unlit matches, stacked up against,
Shooting off like, gasoline cans.
The world cries out, for the innocent
broken hearts, the future looks so dark.
A gamble of red, rising in the desert sun.
Now lying flat, where does a soul find home?
Where do they go?
Lights, of Las Vegas
Lights of Las Vegas
Opened fire on the poor souls.
Echoes of gunshots, flash above the desert
Souls fall silent , the One-man giant.
I question humanity, and my beliefs.
Where is God in all of this? I wonder what he thinks now.
Fates are shuffling, like a deck of cards,
Can’t believe what I’m seeing, in a man’s hands.
Unlit matches, stacked up against,
Shooting off like, gasoline cans.
The world cries out, for the innocent
broken hearts, the future looks so dark.
A gamble of red, rising in the desert sun.
Now lying flat, where does a soul find home?
Where do they go?
Lights, of Las Vegas
Lights of Las Vegas
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