Biography:
David Keenan is an Irish singer-songwriter.
He is not just another lad with an acoustic guitar, he is the sound of Tim Buckley and Brendan Behan arguing over a few jars, while Kavanagh deals Bob Dylan a suspicious hand of cards, and Anthony Cronin and Jack Kerouac furiously try to scribble it all
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Other songs:
Four years of hard work!This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
Cadd4 = x032012 with the pinky coming up to get the high E string second fret
[Intro]
e|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
B|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
G|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
D|-----------5--7--7b8r7--5--------------------------------------------------|
A|------5/7------------------5h7p5-------------------------------------------|
E|---3-------------------------------3---------------------------------------|
G Em D C
e|-3----------------0----------------2----------5--5--5-----------0----------|
B|-0----------------0----------------3----------5--5--5-----------1----------|
G|-0----------------0----------------2----------------------------0----------|
D|-0----------------2----------------0----------------------------2----------|
A|-2----------------2---------------------------------------------3----------|
E|-3-3--2-----------0--------------------------------------------------------|
[Verse 1]
G Em D C
It stabbed me in the chest like the pimp prudent's knife
G Em D C
Into poor wandering Beckett under a mother of pearl sky
At the back of the wall, I bawled, cursing all in reel and rhyme
G Em D C
While feeling out of sorts like a roadsweeper dressed up to the nines
C
As the multicolored kite
C
Over shoulders taking flight
C
And the local matador
C
Gives two fingers to the girl next door
[Chorus]
G Em D C
I had a dream that James Dean was alive and well today
G Em D C
Looking for the quiet life, working for Irish rail
G Em D C Cadd4 C
In my fathers clothes with a blood nose, I sang isn't it so sweet
G Em D C Cadd4 C
By the slot machine there's James Dean out cold beneath my feet
[Bridge]
C
The disciples from the street
C
All burst in through open doors
C
The creaking of the stairs and
C
The running down the stairs
Pure ecstacy
[Verse 2]
G Em D C
The circus master smiles, pointing his finger at the mime
G Em D C
I hear the distant call of a boy named Paul who was taken before his time
G Em D C C
All the precious stones or the mongrels bone won't entice me, silly child
G Em D C
You just run on home for your tea's gone cold I heard your mother cursed you blind
C
As the backdoor man feels wrong
C
For switching off when signing on
C
And the double-jointed thief
C
Wins an award
For pure indecency
[Chorus]
G Em D C
I had a dream that James Dean was alive and well today
G Em D C
Looking for the quiet life, working for Irish rail
G Em D C Cadd4 C
In my fathers clothes with a blood nose, I sang isn't it so sweet
G Em D C Cadd4 C
By the slot machine there's James Dean out cold beneath my feet
[Bridge]
C
The disciples from the street
C
All burst in through open doors
C
The creaking of the stairs and
C
The running down the stairs
Pure ecstacy
[Outro]
e|----------------------------0----------|
B|----------------------------0----------|
G|----------------------------0----------|
D|-----------5h7p5------------2----------|
A|----------------------------2----------|
E|---3------------------0-----0----------|x4
G Em D
I had a dream that James Dean was alive and well today
C G
He's working for Irish rail
[Intro]
e|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
B|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
G|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
D|-----------5--7--7b8r7--5--------------------------------------------------|
A|------5/7------------------5h7p5-------------------------------------------|
E|---3-------------------------------3---------------------------------------|
G Em D C
e|-3----------------0----------------2----------5--5--5-----------0----------|
B|-0----------------0----------------3----------5--5--5-----------1----------|
G|-0----------------0----------------2----------------------------0----------|
D|-0----------------2----------------0----------------------------2----------|
A|-2----------------2---------------------------------------------3----------|
E|-3-3--2-----------0--------------------------------------------------------|
[Verse 1]
G Em D C
It stabbed me in the chest like the pimp prudent's knife
G Em D C
Into poor wandering Beckett under a mother of pearl sky
At the back of the wall, I bawled, cursing all in reel and rhyme
G Em D C
While feeling out of sorts like a roadsweeper dressed up to the nines
C
As the multicolored kite
C
Over shoulders taking flight
C
And the local matador
C
Gives two fingers to the girl next door
[Chorus]
G Em D C
I had a dream that James Dean was alive and well today
G Em D C
Looking for the quiet life, working for Irish rail
G Em D C Cadd4 C
In my fathers clothes with a blood nose, I sang isn't it so sweet
G Em D C Cadd4 C
By the slot machine there's James Dean out cold beneath my feet
[Bridge]
C
The disciples from the street
C
All burst in through open doors
C
The creaking of the stairs and
C
The running down the stairs
Pure ecstacy
[Verse 2]
G Em D C
The circus master smiles, pointing his finger at the mime
G Em D C
I hear the distant call of a boy named Paul who was taken before his time
G Em D C C
All the precious stones or the mongrels bone won't entice me, silly child
G Em D C
You just run on home for your tea's gone cold I heard your mother cursed you blind
C
As the backdoor man feels wrong
C
For switching off when signing on
C
And the double-jointed thief
C
Wins an award
For pure indecency
[Chorus]
G Em D C
I had a dream that James Dean was alive and well today
G Em D C
Looking for the quiet life, working for Irish rail
G Em D C Cadd4 C
In my fathers clothes with a blood nose, I sang isn't it so sweet
G Em D C Cadd4 C
By the slot machine there's James Dean out cold beneath my feet
[Bridge]
C
The disciples from the street
C
All burst in through open doors
C
The creaking of the stairs and
C
The running down the stairs
Pure ecstacy
[Outro]
e|----------------------------0----------|
B|----------------------------0----------|
G|----------------------------0----------|
D|-----------5h7p5------------2----------|
A|----------------------------2----------|
E|---3------------------0-----0----------|x4
G Em D
I had a dream that James Dean was alive and well today
C G
He's working for Irish rail
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David Otero
David Pomeranz
David Ramirez
David Rees