En el turbulento territorio del rock a principios del siglo XXI, se configuró una alineación explosiva que resonaría con fuerza: Velvet Revolver. La banda se originó en 2002, en Los Ángeles, California, de la mano de músicos que ya eran leyendas por derecho propio.
La unión de estos talentos dio lugar a Velvet Revolver, cuyo sonido feroz y actitud sin restricciones evocaba al apogeo del rock de los 80 y 90, aun estando inmersos en un nuevo milenio.
El primer álbum de Velvet Revolver, Contraband, se lanzó en junio de 2004. El disco fue un éxito comercial inmediato, debutando en el número uno en la lista Billboard 200. Canciones como "Slither" y "Fall to Pieces" se volvieron himnos, llevando a la banda a la cima de las listas.
El éxito de Contraband se vio reflejado en numerosos reconocimientos, incluyendo un premio Grammy por Mejor Interpretación de Hard Rock gracias a "Slither". A través de giras extensas, Velvet Revolver consolidó su reputación tanto entre los nostálgicos del rock clásico como entre una nueva generación de oyentes.
En 2007, Velvet Revolver lanzó su segundo álbum de estudio, Libertad. Con este trabajo, la banda exploró
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Sweet Nothing Song Lyrics
Sweet Nothing by Velvet Revolver Say a word for Jimmy Brown
He ain't got nothing at all
Not the shirt right of his back
He ain't got nothing at all
And say a word for Ginger Brown
Walks with his head down to the ground
Took the shoes right of his feet
To poor boy right out in the street
And this is what he said
Oh sweet nuthin'
She ain't got nothing at all
Oh sweet nutin'
She ain't got nothing at all
Say a word for Polly May
She can't tell the night from the day
They threw her out in the street
But just like a cat she landed on her feet
And say a word for Joanna Love
She ain't got nothing at all
'Cos everyday she falls in love
And everynight she falls when she does
She said
Oh sweet nuthin'
You know she ain't got nothing at all
Oh sweet nutin'
She ain't got nothing at all
Oh let me hear you!
Say a word for Jimmy Brown
He ain't got nothing at all
Not a shirt right of his back
He ain't got nothing at all
And say a word for Ginger Brown
Walks with his head down to the ground
Took the shoes right of his feet
To poor boy right out in the street
And this is what he said
Oh sweet nuthin'
She ain't got nothing at all
Oh sweet nutin'
She ain't got nothing at all
She ain't got nothing at all
Oh sweet nutin'
She ain't got nothing at all
She ain't got nothing at all
She ain't got nothing at all