Biografía:
Jason Webley es un acordeonista de Seattle, Washington, formalmente declarado por el Reverendo Payton como un Vagabundo profesional. En sus presentaciones en vivo solo requiere de como mínimo una botella de Vodka con algunas monedas dentro que crean un instrumento de percusión muy peculiar y agradable que a veces es acompañado con su acordeón y con sus pies golpeando el escenario para de esta forma seguir el ritmo y brindar un sonido incomparable.
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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!
This is my first try at a Jason Webley tune... enjoy!
Intro: G G/F# Em C C/B Am
G G/F# Em
One day, The snow began to fall,
C C/B Am
And slowly, inch by inch, Covered up the earth.
G G/F# Em
'Til finally, The top of the tallest building,
C C/B Am
Was lost beneath a powdered sea, As quiet as a shadow's grave.
G G/F# Em
And we say that the world isn't dying.
C C/B Am
And we pray that the world isn't dying.
G G/F# Em
And just maybe the world isn't dying.
C C/B G
Maybe she's heavy with child.
One night,
A woman took my hand.
I left my home and followed her
Into an icy field.
When I wanted to go back,
I'd lost the way.
So she beckoned me to lie beneath
The stone that always bore my name.
One morning,
We woke up in an alley.
To the smell of urine, alcohol,
Trash and gasoline,
With a dim sense of a notion
We'd held something in our hands,
That was bigger than us or God,
And we can never touch again.
Chorus
G G/F# Em
I've been looking at the symptoms for a while,
C C/B G
Maybe she's heavy with child.
Intro: G G/F# Em C C/B Am
G G/F# Em
One day, The snow began to fall,
C C/B Am
And slowly, inch by inch, Covered up the earth.
G G/F# Em
'Til finally, The top of the tallest building,
C C/B Am
Was lost beneath a powdered sea, As quiet as a shadow's grave.
G G/F# Em
And we say that the world isn't dying.
C C/B Am
And we pray that the world isn't dying.
G G/F# Em
And just maybe the world isn't dying.
C C/B G
Maybe she's heavy with child.
One night,
A woman took my hand.
I left my home and followed her
Into an icy field.
When I wanted to go back,
I'd lost the way.
So she beckoned me to lie beneath
The stone that always bore my name.
One morning,
We woke up in an alley.
To the smell of urine, alcohol,
Trash and gasoline,
With a dim sense of a notion
We'd held something in our hands,
That was bigger than us or God,
And we can never touch again.
Chorus
G G/F# Em
I've been looking at the symptoms for a while,
C C/B G
Maybe she's heavy with child.
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