Biografía:
Donovan (Donovan Philips Leitch), es un cantautor, poeta y guitarrista escocés nacido el 10 de mayo de 1946, en Maryhill, Glasgow. Emergió a mediados de los '60 como cantante folk, lo que le valió ser llamado el Bob Dylan británico, pero pronto se desató de esa etiqueta convirtiéndose en uno de los mayores representantes de la psicodelia de mediados y finales de los sesenta, con un estilo muy personal que fusionaba Jazz, Folk, Rock, y Música étnica.
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Otras canciones:
- Catch The Wind
- Colors
- Colours
- Hurdy Gurdy Man
- I Love My Shirt
- Jennifer Juniper
- Legend Of A Girl Child Linda
- Mellow Yellow
- Happiness Runs
- A Soldiers Dream
- Age Of Treason
- As I Recall It
- Astral Angel
- Atlantis
- Aye My Love
- Ballad Of Geraldine
- Barabajagal
- Be Not Too Hard
- Belated Forgiveness Plea
- Breezes Of Patchulie
- Brother Sun Sister Moon
- Candy Man
- Celeste
- Celia Of The Seals
- Changes
- Clara Clairvoyant
- Cosmic Wheels
- Cuttin Out
- Divine Daze Of Deathless Delight
- Donna Donna
- Epistle To Derroll
- Epistle To Dippy
- Goldwatch Blues
- Guinevere
- Isle Of Islay
- Jabberwocky
- Jersey Thursday
- Joe Beans Theme
- Josie
- Lalena
- Little Boy In Corduroy
- London Town
- Lord Of The Reedy River
- Lovely Princess
- Lullaby Of Spring
- Mad Johns Escape
- Maria Magenta
- Mr Wind
- Oh Gosh
- Ordinary Family
- Remember The Alamo
- Riki Tiki Tavi
- Rock And Roll Souljer
- Sadness
- Sand And Foam
- Season Of The Witch
- Shape In The Sky
- Skip A
- Someones Singing
- Song Of The Naturalists Wife
- Starfish On The Toast
- Sun
- Sunshine Superman
- Superlungs My Supergirl
- Teen Angel
- The Ballad Of A Crystal Man
- The Garden
- The Intergalactic Laxative
- The Land Of Doesnt Have To Be
- The Little Tin Soldier
- The Magpie
- The Quest
- The Summer Day Reflection Song
- The Sun Is A Very Magic Fellow
- The Tinker And The Crab
- The War Drags On
- There Is A Mountain
- There Is An Ocean
- There Was A Time
- Tinker Tale
- To Sing For You
- Trudi
- Try For The Sun
- Turquoise
- Under The Greenwood Tree
- Universal Soldier
- Voyage Into The Golden Screen
- Wear Your Love Like Heaven
- Why Do You Treat Me Like You Do
- Widow With A Shawl
- Writer In The Sun
- Wynken Blynken And Nod
- Yellow Star
- Young Girl Blues
- Your Broken Heart
- Youre Gonna Need Somebody On Your Bond
¡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!
This is a version a friend sent me it seems to be correct.
Am C F Am
It's Saturday night, it feels like a Sunday in some ways
Am C F Am
If you had any sense, you'd maybe go away for a few days
Am C F Am
Be that as it may, you can only say you are lonely
Am C F Am
You are but a young girl working your way through the phonies
Chorus
Dm F Eadd4 Am
Cafe on, milk gone, such a sad light and fading.
Dm F Eadd4 Am
Yourself you touch, but not too much. You hear it's degrading.
Am C F Am
The flowers on your stockings wilting away in the midnight
Am C F Am
The book you are reading is someone's opinion of moonlight
Am C F Am
Your skin is so white, you'd like maybe to go to bed soon
Am C F Am
Just closing your eyes if you're to rise up before noon
Dm F Eadd4 Am
High heels, car wheels, all the losers are groovin'
Dm F Eadd4 Am
Your dream, strange scene, images are movin'
Your friends they are making a pop star or two every evening
You know that scene backwards, they can't see the patterns
they're weaving
Your friends they're all models but you soon got over that
one
You sit in your one room a little brought down in London
Cafe on, milk gone, such a sad light and fading.
Yourself you touch, but not too much. You hear it's
degrading.
It's Saturday night, it feels like a Sunday in some ways
If you had any sense, you'd maybe go away for a few days
Be that as it may, you can only say you are lonely
You are but a young girl working your way through the
phoniesIt's Saturday night, it feels like a Sunday in some ways
If you had any sense, you'd maybe go away for a few days
Be that as it may, you can only say you are lonely
You are but a young girl working your way through the
phonies
Cafe on, milk gone, such a sad light and fading.
Yourself you touch, but not too much. You hear it's
degrading.
The flowers on your stockings wilting away in the midnight
The book you are reading is someone's opinion of moonlight
Your skin is so white, you'd like maybe to go to bed soon
Just closing your eyes if you're to rise up before noon
High heels, car wheels, all the losers are groovin'
Your dream, strange scene, images are movin'
Your friends they are making a pop star or two every evening
You know that scene backwards, they can't see the patterns
they're weaving
Your friends they're all models but you soon got over that
one
You sit in your one room a little brought down in London
Cafe on, milk gone, such a sad light and fading.
Yourself you touch, but not too much. You hear it's
degrading.
It's Saturday night, it feels like a Sunday in some ways
If you had any sense, you'd maybe go away for a few days
Be that as it may, you can only say you are lonely
You are but a young girl working your way through the
phonies
Am C F Am
It's Saturday night, it feels like a Sunday in some ways
Am C F Am
If you had any sense, you'd maybe go away for a few days
Am C F Am
Be that as it may, you can only say you are lonely
Am C F Am
You are but a young girl working your way through the phonies
Chorus
Dm F Eadd4 Am
Cafe on, milk gone, such a sad light and fading.
Dm F Eadd4 Am
Yourself you touch, but not too much. You hear it's degrading.
Am C F Am
The flowers on your stockings wilting away in the midnight
Am C F Am
The book you are reading is someone's opinion of moonlight
Am C F Am
Your skin is so white, you'd like maybe to go to bed soon
Am C F Am
Just closing your eyes if you're to rise up before noon
Dm F Eadd4 Am
High heels, car wheels, all the losers are groovin'
Dm F Eadd4 Am
Your dream, strange scene, images are movin'
Your friends they are making a pop star or two every evening
You know that scene backwards, they can't see the patterns
they're weaving
Your friends they're all models but you soon got over that
one
You sit in your one room a little brought down in London
Cafe on, milk gone, such a sad light and fading.
Yourself you touch, but not too much. You hear it's
degrading.
It's Saturday night, it feels like a Sunday in some ways
If you had any sense, you'd maybe go away for a few days
Be that as it may, you can only say you are lonely
You are but a young girl working your way through the
phoniesIt's Saturday night, it feels like a Sunday in some ways
If you had any sense, you'd maybe go away for a few days
Be that as it may, you can only say you are lonely
You are but a young girl working your way through the
phonies
Cafe on, milk gone, such a sad light and fading.
Yourself you touch, but not too much. You hear it's
degrading.
The flowers on your stockings wilting away in the midnight
The book you are reading is someone's opinion of moonlight
Your skin is so white, you'd like maybe to go to bed soon
Just closing your eyes if you're to rise up before noon
High heels, car wheels, all the losers are groovin'
Your dream, strange scene, images are movin'
Your friends they are making a pop star or two every evening
You know that scene backwards, they can't see the patterns
they're weaving
Your friends they're all models but you soon got over that
one
You sit in your one room a little brought down in London
Cafe on, milk gone, such a sad light and fading.
Yourself you touch, but not too much. You hear it's
degrading.
It's Saturday night, it feels like a Sunday in some ways
If you had any sense, you'd maybe go away for a few days
Be that as it may, you can only say you are lonely
You are but a young girl working your way through the
phonies
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