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Wow loads of people have covered that song.

 

Dennis Leary - I'm an Asshole.

 

In your honest opinion, who has covered it (Little Wing) the best?

Personally, I liked the Hendrix version, but I'm an old skool head.

 

right now:

Alicia Keys -Unbreakable (D^#@ she's fine!!!) ...and talented

...stops to wipe off drool with back of hand.

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@Scar Da Kookee (On FF7 Advent Children music) -I've seen the movie about 5 times, translated version. Didn't like the song all that much, and yes, that's where the song came from. I meant that song, the song from the game sucked (it was all midi). I preorder it in English and I have it in english for my psp.. so booyah.

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Jason Webley - Dance While The Sky Crashes Down

 

The flowers by your bed are wilting.

The sun is setting in the west.

A fog is covering your eyes,

Your stockings are attracting flies,

Decay is nibbling at the boards on which you rest.

 

There's someone waiting at your window,

Familiar face without a name.

One night he'll creep in like the mist,

To touch your forehead with a kiss,

And lead you back into the void from whence you came.

 

We've all begun to die, and don't know what to do.

Since it hurts to pray to God, when God is dying too.

Takes strength to laugh, when you start to drown.

And we dance while the sky crashes down.

 

Like that the earth begins to quiver,

And all the oceans turn to black.

A ship of maniacs with knives,

Are playing Blackjack with their lives,

To kill the time until the giant rats attack.

 

It's raining leprosy and acid.

The saints were taken out and shot.

When someone proffers you a pear,

You sink your teeth in unaware,

That just beneath the skin lies pestilence and rot.

 

All that now breathes, and all that you love,

All that we weave, will find its way back to the dust.

 

A band of skeletons is playing,

Don't act like you don't know the tune.

Your part is echoed in the path,

Of every dead leaf blowing past,

Against a counterpoint reflected off the moon.

 

There is a banquet at the table,

Exotic cheeses wines and cakes.

And every one of us is damned,

Until we start to understand,

That living is to gorge ourselves at our own wakes.

 

When the stakes are high, best to play the clown.

And we dance while the sky crashes down.

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