Guess the classic rock artist from lyrics

There is a house in new orleans

Hello Is there anybody in there Just nod if you can hear me

Some people call me the space cowboy Yeah some people call me the gangster of love Some people call me maurice

Layla You've got me on my knees Layla I'm begging, darling, please

Mamma Oooohhh I don't want to die I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all

We come from the land of the ice and snow From the midnight sun where the hot springs flow The hammer of the Gods Will drive our ships to new lands

You've been Thunderstruck

I was made for loving you, baby You were made for loving me I can't get enough of you, baby Can you get enough of me?

Now and then when I see her face It takes me away to that special place And if I stare too long I'd probably break down and cry

Space may be the final frontier but it's made in a Hollywood basement and Cobain can you hear the spheres singing songs of station to station

Look at them yo-yo's That's the way you do it! Play the guitar on the MTV Now that ain't working, that's the way you do it!

Jump back, what's that sound? here she comes, full blast and top down Hot shoe! Burning down the avenue!

On a dark desert highway Cool wind in my hair Warm smell of colitas Rising up through the air

Freezin rest his head on a pillow made of concrete Oh feeling, maybe he'll see a little better, set of days

Love in an elevator Livin' it up as I'm going down Love in an elevator Loving it up when I'm going down