Biografía:
A man and his guitar... honest, unfiltered and true. In a landscape filled with Top 40 beats and harmonizing folk groups, a lone singer- songwriter definitely has his work cut out for him. But David Ramirez isn't looking to top the charts. He just wants to tell the truth.
"I grew up on 90's alternative radio. It was fun and easy. In college someone gave me a Ryan Adams record, which led me to discover folks like Bob Dylan. From those guys I learned about the power of words and melody and their ability to affect change in people.
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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!
D G D
Ten years down the road
Bm7 A D A
I’ll be cleanin’ out my closet, getting rid of old clothes
D G D
I reach behind my winter coat
Bm7 G D A
And I stumble upon shoeboxes filled with old ghosts
G D A
Why did I hang onto your pictures
G D A
Why did I hang onto that dress
Bm G
Cuz it kills me to see you, but it kills me not to
Bm7 A D
It kills me to remember and it kills me to forget
D G D Bm7 G A
D G D
So I suppose you’ll be in every song I sing
Bm7 A D A
If not written in my words, you’ll be hidden in these strings
D G D
Cuz how could I ever forget my first love
Bm7 G D A
My first woman, first truth, first child from above
G D A
But why do I hang onto your pictures
G D A
Why have I not just thrown out that dress
Bm G
Cuz it kills me to see you, but it kills me not to
Bm7 A D
It kills me to remember, oh and it kills me to forget
Bm G
It kills me to see you..but it kills me not to
Bm7 A D
It kills me to remember..and it kills me to forget
Ten years down the road
Bm7 A D A
I’ll be cleanin’ out my closet, getting rid of old clothes
D G D
I reach behind my winter coat
Bm7 G D A
And I stumble upon shoeboxes filled with old ghosts
G D A
Why did I hang onto your pictures
G D A
Why did I hang onto that dress
Bm G
Cuz it kills me to see you, but it kills me not to
Bm7 A D
It kills me to remember and it kills me to forget
D G D Bm7 G A
D G D
So I suppose you’ll be in every song I sing
Bm7 A D A
If not written in my words, you’ll be hidden in these strings
D G D
Cuz how could I ever forget my first love
Bm7 G D A
My first woman, first truth, first child from above
G D A
But why do I hang onto your pictures
G D A
Why have I not just thrown out that dress
Bm G
Cuz it kills me to see you, but it kills me not to
Bm7 A D
It kills me to remember, oh and it kills me to forget
Bm G
It kills me to see you..but it kills me not to
Bm7 A D
It kills me to remember..and it kills me to forget
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