Biography:
Roky Erickson (born Roger Kynard Erickson on July 15, 1947, died May 31, 2019) was an American singer, songwriter, harmonica player and guitarist from Austin, Texas. He was a founding member of the 13th Floor Elevators, who are considered to be one of the first two bands to ever use the word "psychedelic" ( + see The Deep) to describe rock music. See also Roky Erickson & the Aliens and Roky Erickson & The Explosives.
In 1969 the band were all arrested
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- I Love The Living You
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|| Em | C | Am | B ||
Em | C |
Here I sit, a vampire, at my piano.
Am | B
The flames burn glaringly higher.
| Em | C
And the eyes that stare through the darkness,
| Am | B
though they have no form, there's no need for alarm.
Chorus:
| Em | Em
So burn.
| C | Am | B | Em |
So burn, burn the flames, higher, and higher
So burn, burn the flames, never to expire.
Here I sit, a skeleton, at my organ.
The candles in my candelabra burn hellishly, hellish hell.
And the laughter unending echoes through the haunted house --
a little Christmas spirit, ghostly, haunting, deadly spirit --
every creature is stirring, even the mouse.
[Chorus]
[Solo]
Here I sit, myself, at my instruments.
Here they sit at their instruments,
and the music fills and fills, terrifies, horrifies, forever scares.
"The children of the night, what music we make!"
[Chorus]
[Solo 2 / Outro]
|| Em | C | Am | B ||
Em | C |
Here I sit, a vampire, at my piano.
Am | B
The flames burn glaringly higher.
| Em | C
And the eyes that stare through the darkness,
| Am | B
though they have no form, there's no need for alarm.
Chorus:
| Em | Em
So burn.
| C | Am | B | Em |
So burn, burn the flames, higher, and higher
So burn, burn the flames, never to expire.
Here I sit, a skeleton, at my organ.
The candles in my candelabra burn hellishly, hellish hell.
And the laughter unending echoes through the haunted house --
a little Christmas spirit, ghostly, haunting, deadly spirit --
every creature is stirring, even the mouse.
[Chorus]
[Solo]
Here I sit, myself, at my instruments.
Here they sit at their instruments,
and the music fills and fills, terrifies, horrifies, forever scares.
"The children of the night, what music we make!"
[Chorus]
[Solo 2 / Outro]
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