Biography:
Rasputina is a "cello rock" ensemble composed of singer/cellist Melora Creager, and various, frequently changing band members. The current lineup includes Creager (cello), Daniel Dejesus (cello), and Dawn Miceli (drums).
Founded by Creager in 1992, they have long held true to their mission of enlightening the common man as to the power and versatility of the mighty cello. Historically influenced, and constantly costumed, Rasputina keeps a small legion of incredibly passionate admirers enthralled with their earnest musicianship.
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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!
Am G Em Am
Am G Em D
They say not far away, In fact upon that hill
Am G Em D
They say that there's a little girl there still
Am G Em D
She wasn't raised like the other kids
Am G Em Am
Miss Lynn, the Snow Hen of Austerlitz
Am G Em Am
Am G Em D
The mother's blind and keeps some birds as pets
Am G Em D
That her baby is a human she forgets
Am G Em D
In a tiny wire pen that little girl still sits
Am G Em Am
Miss Lynn, the Snow Hen of Austerlitz
Am G D
She must be ten or eleven now
D Am G Am
I heard she's pretty but she don't have all her wits
Am G D G Am
She is the Snow Hen of Austerlitz
Not having really neither wings nor beak
She never learned to walk or speak
To the child, the mother never says a word
To communicate, this little girl, she chirps like a bird
All the birds around they taught the little girl their language
When she's not understood she starts to get real angry
So she waves her hands around just like they were her wings
Hope it when she's happy, you should hear her sing!
I'll leave the cage door open
We'll see how far she gets
She's known as the Snow Hen of Austerlitz
Kept like a pet in an old hen coop
The mother didn't beat her and she gave her food
Still pitiful no care shown but it's
The life of the Snow Hen of Austerlitz
A skinny thing with brittle glass-like bones
Was it wind in the trees or the Snow Hen's moans?
From pursed perch from that attic she flits
Miss Lynn, the Snow Hen of Austerlitz
She must be ten or eleven now
I heard she's pretty but she don't have all her wits
She is the Snow Hen of Austerlitz
I'll leave the cage door open
We'll see how far she gets
She's known as the Snow Hen of Austerlitz
She must be ten or eleven now
I heard she's pretty but she don't have all her wits
She is the Snow Hen of Austerlitz
I'll leave the cage door open
We'll see how far she gets
She's known as the Snow Hen of Austerlitz
Am G Em D
They say not far away, In fact upon that hill
Am G Em D
They say that there's a little girl there still
Am G Em D
She wasn't raised like the other kids
Am G Em Am
Miss Lynn, the Snow Hen of Austerlitz
Am G Em Am
Am G Em D
The mother's blind and keeps some birds as pets
Am G Em D
That her baby is a human she forgets
Am G Em D
In a tiny wire pen that little girl still sits
Am G Em Am
Miss Lynn, the Snow Hen of Austerlitz
Am G D
She must be ten or eleven now
D Am G Am
I heard she's pretty but she don't have all her wits
Am G D G Am
She is the Snow Hen of Austerlitz
Not having really neither wings nor beak
She never learned to walk or speak
To the child, the mother never says a word
To communicate, this little girl, she chirps like a bird
All the birds around they taught the little girl their language
When she's not understood she starts to get real angry
So she waves her hands around just like they were her wings
Hope it when she's happy, you should hear her sing!
I'll leave the cage door open
We'll see how far she gets
She's known as the Snow Hen of Austerlitz
Kept like a pet in an old hen coop
The mother didn't beat her and she gave her food
Still pitiful no care shown but it's
The life of the Snow Hen of Austerlitz
A skinny thing with brittle glass-like bones
Was it wind in the trees or the Snow Hen's moans?
From pursed perch from that attic she flits
Miss Lynn, the Snow Hen of Austerlitz
She must be ten or eleven now
I heard she's pretty but she don't have all her wits
She is the Snow Hen of Austerlitz
I'll leave the cage door open
We'll see how far she gets
She's known as the Snow Hen of Austerlitz
She must be ten or eleven now
I heard she's pretty but she don't have all her wits
She is the Snow Hen of Austerlitz
I'll leave the cage door open
We'll see how far she gets
She's known as the Snow Hen of Austerlitz
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