Biografía:
Aunque Concrete Blonde surgió en Los Ángeles en 1982 (como Dream 6), el grupo no publicó ningún LP hasta 1987. Su insistente control creativo les creó problemas con muchas discográficas, pero I.R.S. asumió el riesgo publicando su debut homónimo, que sonó demasiado a The Pretenders. Dos años más tarde, "Free" se reveló como un trabajo más sólido donde brilló la composición de Johnette Napolitano. El álbum produjo el éxito para adolescentes
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¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
Intro
Am Em Bb
Am Em
I re-read silly lines That made sense at the time
Bb
Pages all stained with tears and red wine
Am Em
And I walk through the airport and see magazines
Bb
Every face that I see So much younger than me
Am Em
And I smile to myself how I don't even miss
Bb
My glorious past or the lips that I've kissed
Am Em
And I think to myself that how easy this is
Bb
Easy to breathe, easy to live
C Bb Am
And I wonder why I tear myself in two
C Bb Am
Over how to be, what to say and what to do
C Bb
And I know you liked me better then
Am
And I know you liked me
D Am Em
better when I was a fool
Bb
...I was a fool
Am Em
...mm
Bb
...I was a fool
Am Em
...mm
Am Em Bb
So I live in these days
But I still have my old ways
'cause the future,
somehow, has yet to arrive
And I see all around me the women on time
Kids and divorces and crisis in midlife
and do I surrender and give up my dream
for a brick in the wall and
a washing machine
grow up and get real
for a kid in their teens
who won't care what I've done
where I've been, what I've seen
C Bb Am
And I wonder why I tear myself in two
over who to be, how to be and what to do
and I know you liked me better then
and I know you liked me
D Am Em
better when I was a fool
Bb
...I...was a fool
Am Em
...I was a fool
Bb
...I was a fool
Am Em Bb
I'm free to a fault
I'm 45
I'm playing guitar
I'm living my life
Fly down the highway
Sun on my face
I belong to nobody
I belong to no place
Am Em Bb
Am Em
I re-read silly lines That made sense at the time
Bb
Pages all stained with tears and red wine
Am Em
And I walk through the airport and see magazines
Bb
Every face that I see So much younger than me
Am Em
And I smile to myself how I don't even miss
Bb
My glorious past or the lips that I've kissed
Am Em
And I think to myself that how easy this is
Bb
Easy to breathe, easy to live
C Bb Am
And I wonder why I tear myself in two
C Bb Am
Over how to be, what to say and what to do
C Bb
And I know you liked me better then
Am
And I know you liked me
D Am Em
better when I was a fool
Bb
...I was a fool
Am Em
...mm
Bb
...I was a fool
Am Em
...mm
Am Em Bb
So I live in these days
But I still have my old ways
'cause the future,
somehow, has yet to arrive
And I see all around me the women on time
Kids and divorces and crisis in midlife
and do I surrender and give up my dream
for a brick in the wall and
a washing machine
grow up and get real
for a kid in their teens
who won't care what I've done
where I've been, what I've seen
C Bb Am
And I wonder why I tear myself in two
over who to be, how to be and what to do
and I know you liked me better then
and I know you liked me
D Am Em
better when I was a fool
Bb
...I...was a fool
Am Em
...I was a fool
Bb
...I was a fool
Am Em Bb
I'm free to a fault
I'm 45
I'm playing guitar
I'm living my life
Fly down the highway
Sun on my face
I belong to nobody
I belong to no place
Conditions
Conexiuni
Confederate Rail (...)
Confetti (US)
Confide