Rob Redhead - Three Acoustic Songs in 2025 - video Dailymotion

Musician Rob Redhead

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00:00Hey, Mr. Dream Seller, where have you been? Tell me, have you dreams I can see?

00:16I came along just to bring you this song. Can you spare one dream for me?

00:25You won't have met me, though you'll soon forget me, so don't get me tugging at your sleeve.

00:38I'm asking you if I can fix a rendezvous, for your dreams are all I believe.

00:48Meet me on the corner where the lights are coming on, and I'll be there, I promise I'll be there.

00:59Down the empty streets, we'll disappear until the dawn, if you have dreams enough to share.

01:11So lay down your bundles of rags and reminders, and spread your wares on the ground.

01:21Well, I've got time, if you're dealing right, cause I'm just hanging around.

01:34Meet me on the corner where the lights are coming on, and I'll be there, I promise I'll be there.

01:43Down the empty streets, you'll disappear until the dawn, if you have dreams enough to share.

01:56So hey, Mr. Dream Seller, where have you been? Tell me, have you dreams I can see?

02:06I came along, just to sing you this song, can you spell one dream for me?

02:17Almost heaven, West Virginia, Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River.

02:44Life is old there, older than the trees, younger than the mountains, the forests and the seas.

02:56Country road, take me home, to the place I belong.

03:06West Virginia, my mountain mama, take me home, to those country roads.

03:20All my memories gather round her, Miner's Lady, stranger to blue water.

03:30Dark and dusty, dark and dusty, painted on the sky, a misty taste of moonshine, a teardrop in my eye.

03:41Country road, take me home, to the place I belong.

03:51West Virginia, my mountain mama, West Virginia, my mountain mama, oh, take me home.

04:21Doost country road.

04:26Again, P.M.

04:33I'm a holy mom, and you're in this world.

04:40But I have to stay not to stay with me.

04:46Now Ziggy played guitar, jamming good with weird and ghillie, and the spiders from Mars,

05:07he played it left hand, but made it too far, became a special man, then we were Ziggy's band.

05:23Ziggy really sang, screwed up eyes and screwed down hairdo, like some cat from Japan,

05:32he could lick them by smiling, he could leave them to hang, he came so loaded man, well hung in snow-white tan.

05:46So where were the spiders, while the fly tried to break our balls, just like the beer liked to guide us.

06:05So we bitched about the fans, and should we crush his sweet hands, oh.

06:16Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah.

06:37Ziggy played for time, driving us, but we were voodoo.

06:44The kids were just crass, but he was the lass, with God-given ass.

06:54He took it all too far, but boy could he play guitar.

07:00Making love with his ego, Ziggy sucked up into his mind, just like a leper messiah.

07:18When the kids had to kill a man, I had to break up the band, yeah.

07:27Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, Ziggy played guitar.

07:54That's why I couldn't drive it, yeah.

07:59Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah.

08:01Oh yeah!

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