Werewolves, The - Ship Of Fools (Summer Weekends And No More Blues) mp3 album
- Performer: Werewolves, The
- Title: Ship Of Fools (Summer Weekends And No More Blues)
- Genre: Rock
- Formats: AIFF RA WAV MIDI AA AUD AAC
- Released: 1978
- Style: Classic Rock
- MP3 album: 1779 mb
- FLAC album: 1197 mb
- Rating: 4.2/5
- Votes: 950
Ship of Fools contains a set design by Ernie Thormahlen and the redoubtable photographer supreme Mick Rock, but let's go beyond the wonderful imagery of the musicians and palm trees and beach blanket bingo kids on the wall: how does the original producer for the Rolling Stones fare with another five-piece rock group, this one of cute young American guys, not. rowdy Englishmen? . That, and a distinct lack of hit material, is what musically stopped the Werewolves. Del Shannon's production of '60s star Brian Hyland was more cohesive, and was rewarded with chart action for accomplishing its goal. The promise of the Werewolves remained unfulfilled, though there was that Stones buzz in the clubs when they strolled into town.
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Ship of Fools Lyrics. The human race was dyin' out No one left to scream and shout People walking on the moon Smog will get you pretty soon. Everyone was hanging out Hanging up and hanging down Hanging in and holding fast Hope our little world will last. Yeah, along came Mr. Goodtrips Looking for a new ship Come on people, better climb on board Come on baby, now we're going home Ship of fools, ship of fools. The human race was dyin' out No one left to scream and shout People walking on the moon Smog gonna get you pretty soon
Ship of Fools was live. 10 hrs ·. We're back for set 2.
Saw your first ship sink and drown, from rockin' of the boat, And all that could not sink or swim was just left there to float. I won't leave you drifting down, but woh it makes me wild, With thirty years upon my head to have you call me child. Time there was and plenty, but from that cup no more. Though I could not caution all, I still might warn a few: Don't lend your hand to raise no flag atop no ship of fools.