Se c'è un posto in cielo per i batteristi, sarà di sicuro un luogo molto rumoroso.
Vi immaginate tutti questi batteristi morti, ognuno a picchiare a modo suo le lodi a dio? Che casino!
Meno male che è arrivato lui a mettere d'accordo tutti.
Perché GINGER BAKER piaceva a tutti, belli e brutti.
Perché era un batterista eccezionale.
E basta.
Addio Ginger, che la terra ti sia lieve...

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"Could fill spoons full of diamonds
Could fill spoons full of gold
Just a little spoon of your precious love
Will satisfy my soul
Men lies about it
Some of them cries about it
Some of them dies about it
Everything's a-fightin' about the spoonful
That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful
That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful
That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful
That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful
Could fill spoons full of coffee
Could fill spoons full of tea
Just a little spoon of your precious love
Is that enough for me?
Men lies about it
Some of them cries about it
Some of them dies about it
Everything's a-fightin' about the spoonful
That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful
That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful
That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful
That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful
Could fill spoons full of water
Save them from the desert sands
But a little spoon of your forty-five
Save you from another man
Men lies about it
Some of them cries about it
Some of them dies about it
Everything's a-fightin' about the spoonful
That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful
That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful
That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful
That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful"
Willie Dixon/Cream - Spoonful