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Eric Patrick Clapton, CBE (born 30 March 1945), nicknamed "Slowhand", is a Grammy Award winning English composer, singer and guitarist who became one of the most respected and influential artists of the rock era, garnering an unprecedented three inductions into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. Clapton is widely considered to be one of the greatest and most influential guitarists in popular music history. Clapton's musical style has undergone multiple changes during his career, but has always remained rooted in the blues. Clapton is credited as an innovator in several phases of his career, which have included blues-rock (with John Mayall & The Bluesbreakersand The Yardbirds), early single hit "Come With Me" by The Roosters, blues-hard rock (with Cream), and work as a sideman and a solo artist; he has achieved chart success in genres ranging from delta blues( Unplugged) and psychedelic rock( Sunshine of Your Love) to pop( Change the World) and reggae( I Shot the Sheriff). External Links: http://www.ericclapton.com/- official website http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eric_Clapton- Wikipedia entry now, it's free and you will discover so much great music :) Upload Your MusicFor ArtistsFor LabelsWidgetsDownload Last.fmImage ChartsPlugins & ExtrasData FeedsBlog Badges & LogoTop ChartsWeekly Top ArtistsWeekly Top TracksOverall Tag ChartsFree DownloadsForumsWeb Site SupportLast.fm Client SupportFeedback and IdeasAbout UsContactAdvertiseTeamModeratorsCareersHelpFAQSupportWhat’s NewPrivacySubscribeRecent Updates.
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Eric Clapton

By eric clapton and martin sharp
Twice upon a time in the valley of the tears
An auctioneer is bidding for a box of fading years
And the elephants are dancing on the graves of squealing mice.
Anyone for tennis, wouldnt that be nice?
And the ice creams are all melting on the streets of bloody beer
While the beggars stain the pavements with flourescent christmas cheer
And the bentley-driving guru is putting up his price.
Anyone for tennis, wouldnt that be nice?
And the prophets in the boutiques give out messages of hope
With jingle bells and fairy tales and blind colliding scopes
And you can tell theyre all the same underneath the pretty lies.
Anyone for tennis, wouldnt that be nice?
The yellow buddhist monk is burning brightly at the zoo
You can bring a bowl of rice and then a glass of water too
And fate is setting up the chessboard while death rolls out the dice.
Anyone for tennis, wouldnt that be nice?