Biography:
Held every year on verdant polo grounds in Indio, California, the Coachella Valley Music and Arts Festival is many things to many people: A way to hear the best alternative music, a giant lawn party of hipsters wearing hemp sunhats, or the one place you can gawk at members of super-bands as they ride around on golf carts. For Brooke Fraser, Coachella 2009 was the event that re-awakened her desire to make music. It was April and the Wellington, New
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Other songs:
- Albertine
- Deciphering Me
- Faithful
- Hoseas Wife
- Kings And Queens
- Lords Of Lords
- Scarlet
- Shadowfeet
- Something In The Water
- Waste Another Day
- Almighty
- Arithmetic
- Better
- Betty
- Bloodrush
- Brutal Romance
- Coachella
- Crows Locusts
- Cs Lewis Song
- Day Is Dimming
- Desert Song
- Flags
- Heres To You
- Ice On Her Lashes
- Indelible
- Jack Kerouac
- Je Suis Pret
- Lifeline
- Lord Of Lords
- Love Is Waiting
- Love Where Is Your Fire
- Magical Machine
- Mystery
- New Histories
- New Years Eve
- None But Jesus
- Orphans Kingdoms
- Psychosocial
- Reverie
- Sailboats
- Saving The World
- Start A War
- The Hymn
- Thunder
- Who Are We Fooling
- Without You
- Youll Come
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!
Key: C
Intro 1:
F
It was the year
Am
The crows and the locusts came
C G
The fields drained dry the rain
Dm
The fields are bleeding
Intro 2: Am C Csus4 C G
Verse 1:
Am F C Csus4 C
"Daddy don't cry, it'll be alright"
G Am
She puts some water on the wound
And hums a little tune
F C G
While her courage puddles on the ground
F G F
Pooling, pooling
Verse 2:
Am F C Csus4 C
See the murder and the swarm descend
G Am
And the night is getting thick
The moon telling her tricks
F C G
She'd betray her every time
Chorus
F
It was the year
Am
The crows and the locusts came
C G
The fields drained dry the rain
F
The fields are bleeding
F
It was the age
Am
The foxes came for the fields
C G
We were bleeding as we bowed to kneel
F
And prayed for mercy, prayed for mercy
Am
The rumble is low and the heat is high
G F
Got a feeling that there's rain out in the oil black sky
Am
Gonna chase away the devil when that sun does rise
F
Gonna plead the blood
F
Gonna plead the blood
Instrumental: Am G E F Dm Am E
F C E F Dm Am E
F C E F Dm Am E
F C E F Dm Am E
Chorus
F
It was the year
Am
The crows and the locusts came
C G
The fields drained dry the rain
F
The fields are bleeding
F
It was the age
Am
The foxes came for the fields
C G
We were bleeding as we bowed to kneel
F
And prayed for mercy, prayed for mercy
Am
She limps on up to the top of a mount
G F
Looks at the faltered harvest
Am
Feels her sweat in the ground and the burn in her nose
G
And the knowing in her gut
F
Something's still gonna grow
She ain't leaving 'till it does.
Am Em C
What can wash away my sin
G F
Nothing but the blood
Am Em C
What can make me whole again
G F
Nothing but the blood
Intro 1:
F
It was the year
Am
The crows and the locusts came
C G
The fields drained dry the rain
Dm
The fields are bleeding
Intro 2: Am C Csus4 C G
Verse 1:
Am F C Csus4 C
"Daddy don't cry, it'll be alright"
G Am
She puts some water on the wound
And hums a little tune
F C G
While her courage puddles on the ground
F G F
Pooling, pooling
Verse 2:
Am F C Csus4 C
See the murder and the swarm descend
G Am
And the night is getting thick
The moon telling her tricks
F C G
She'd betray her every time
Chorus
F
It was the year
Am
The crows and the locusts came
C G
The fields drained dry the rain
F
The fields are bleeding
F
It was the age
Am
The foxes came for the fields
C G
We were bleeding as we bowed to kneel
F
And prayed for mercy, prayed for mercy
Am
The rumble is low and the heat is high
G F
Got a feeling that there's rain out in the oil black sky
Am
Gonna chase away the devil when that sun does rise
F
Gonna plead the blood
F
Gonna plead the blood
Instrumental: Am G E F Dm Am E
F C E F Dm Am E
F C E F Dm Am E
F C E F Dm Am E
Chorus
F
It was the year
Am
The crows and the locusts came
C G
The fields drained dry the rain
F
The fields are bleeding
F
It was the age
Am
The foxes came for the fields
C G
We were bleeding as we bowed to kneel
F
And prayed for mercy, prayed for mercy
Am
She limps on up to the top of a mount
G F
Looks at the faltered harvest
Am
Feels her sweat in the ground and the burn in her nose
G
And the knowing in her gut
F
Something's still gonna grow
She ain't leaving 'till it does.
Am Em C
What can wash away my sin
G F
Nothing but the blood
Am Em C
What can make me whole again
G F
Nothing but the blood
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