Biografía:
Joan Chandos Báez (Staten Island, Nueva York, 9 de enero de 1941), Joan Baez, cantante estadounidense de música folk, conocida como "La reina de la canción protesta". Caracterizada por una voz potente, aguda, próxima a la de una soprano, y con un vibrato controlado para potenciar la dramatización de las letras de las canciones, Joan Baez es la máxima figura de la canción protesta surgida en los años sesenta, al calor de la Guerra de Vietnam. Su repertorio, no obstante, abarca también lo puramente tradicional, el country y el pop-rock.
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Otras canciones:
- Diamonds And Rust
- Donna Donna
- Forever Young
- Here's To You
- Kumbaya
- Love Is Just A Four Letter Word
- The House Carpenter
- The House Carpenter (the Daemon Lover)
- The Sweet Sunny South
- We Shall Overcome
- A Swallow Song
- A Tous Les Enfants
- All My Trials
- Ate Manha
- Babe Im Gonna Leave You
- Banks Of Ohio
- Banks Of The Ohio
- Barbra Allen
- Be Of Good Heart
- Birmingham Sunday
- Black Is The Color
- Blessed Are
- Blowin In The Wind
- Careless Love
- Catch The Wind
- Cera Un Ragazzo
- Come All Ye Fair And Tender Maidens
- Copper Kettle
- Drug Store Truck Drivin Man
- East Virginia
- Esquinazo Del Guerrillero
- Fare Thee Well 10000 Miles
- Farewell Angelina
- Free At Last
- Geordie
- Ghetto
- Girl Of Constant Sorrow
- Go Way From My Window
- God Is God
- Hallowed Be Thy Name
- Hello In There
- Henry Martin
- Heres To You
- House Of The Rising Sun
- I Shall Be Released
- In My Time Of Need
- In The Quiet Morning
- Jesse
- Joe Hill
- John Riley
- Kitty
- La Llorona
- Lady Di And I
- Lady Gay
- Lady Mary
- Last Leaf
- Lily Of The West
- Lily Rosemary And The Jack Of Hearts
- Llego Con Tres Heridas
- Long Bed From Kenya
- Long Black Veil
- Love Song To A Stranger
- Mary Hamilton
- Matty Groves
- No One Is An Island
- Nu Bello Cardillo
- Oh Brother
- Once I Knew A Pretty Girl
- Outside The Nashville City Limits
- Pal Of Mine
- Percys Song
- Plaisir Damour
- Prison Trilogy Billy Rose
- Railroad Bill
- Railroad Boy
- Rake And Rambling Boy
- Rejoice In The Sun
- Sad Eyed Lady Of The Lowlands
- Silent Running
- Silkie
- Silver Dagger
- Somebody Got Lost In A Storm
- Song At The End Of The Movie
- Song Of Bangladesh
- Stewball
- Sweet Sir Galahad
- The Altar Boy And The Thief
- The Dream Song
- The Night They Drove
- The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down
- The Things That We Are Made Of
- The Unquiet Grave
- Troubled And I Dont Know Why
- Virgin Mary Had One Son
- What Have They Done To The Rain
- When You Hear Them Cuckoos Hollerin
- Where Have All The Flowers Gone
- Whistle Down The Wind
- Wild Mountain Thyme
- Wildwood Flower
- With God On Our Side
¡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 the Joan Baez version of the Bob Dylan song expertly done by my dear friend
Hutagalung. If you wanted an accurate version of this song; this is it!
B D#m E F#
With your mercury mouth in the missionary times,
B D#m E F#
And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes,
E D#m E B
And your silver cross, and your voice like chimes,
D#m E F#
Oh, who among them do they think could bury you?
B D#m E F#
With your pockets well protected at last,
B D#m E F#
And your streetcar visions which you place on the grass,
E D#m E F#
And your flesh like silk, and your face like glass,
D#m E F#
Who among them do they think could carry you?
---- Chorus:
C#m E B F#
Sad eyed lady of the lowlands,
C#m E B F#
Where the sad eyed prophet says that no man comes,
B D#m E B E F#
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
G#M C#m
Should I leave them by your gate,
E B (Transition to next verse) D#m, G#m, F#
Or sad eyed lady, should I wait?
----
With your sheets like metal and your belt like lace,
And your deck of cards missing the jack and the ace,
And your basement clothes and your hollow face,
Who among them can think he could outguess you?
With your silhouette when the sunlight dims
Into your eyes where the moonlight swims,
And your match-book songs and your gypsy hymns,
Who among them would try to impress you?
[Chorus]
The kings of Tyrus with their convict list
Are waiting in line for their geranium kiss,
And you wouldn't know it would happen like this,
But who among them really wants just to kiss you?
With your childhood flames on your midnight rug,
And your Spanish manners and your mother's drugs,
And your cowboy mouth and your curfew plugs,
Who among them do you think could resist you?
[Chorus]
Oh, the farmers and the businessmen, they all did decide
To show you the dead angels that they used to hide.
But why did they pick you to sympathize with their side?
Oh, how could they ever mistake you?
They wished you'd accepted the blame for the farm,
But with the sea at your feet and the phony false alarm,
And with the child of a hoodlum wrapped up in your arms,
How could they ever, ever persuade you?
[Chorus]
With your sheet metal memory of Cannery Row,
And your magazine-husband who one day just had to go,
And your gentleness now, which you just can't help but show,
Who among them do you think would employ you?
Now you stand with your thief, you're on his parole
With your holy medallion which your fingertips fold,
And your saintlike face and your ghostlike soul,
Oh, who among them do you think could destroy you?
(B D#m G#m F#...repeat until fade)
Hutagalung. If you wanted an accurate version of this song; this is it!
B D#m E F#
With your mercury mouth in the missionary times,
B D#m E F#
And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes,
E D#m E B
And your silver cross, and your voice like chimes,
D#m E F#
Oh, who among them do they think could bury you?
B D#m E F#
With your pockets well protected at last,
B D#m E F#
And your streetcar visions which you place on the grass,
E D#m E F#
And your flesh like silk, and your face like glass,
D#m E F#
Who among them do they think could carry you?
---- Chorus:
C#m E B F#
Sad eyed lady of the lowlands,
C#m E B F#
Where the sad eyed prophet says that no man comes,
B D#m E B E F#
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
G#M C#m
Should I leave them by your gate,
E B (Transition to next verse) D#m, G#m, F#
Or sad eyed lady, should I wait?
----
With your sheets like metal and your belt like lace,
And your deck of cards missing the jack and the ace,
And your basement clothes and your hollow face,
Who among them can think he could outguess you?
With your silhouette when the sunlight dims
Into your eyes where the moonlight swims,
And your match-book songs and your gypsy hymns,
Who among them would try to impress you?
[Chorus]
The kings of Tyrus with their convict list
Are waiting in line for their geranium kiss,
And you wouldn't know it would happen like this,
But who among them really wants just to kiss you?
With your childhood flames on your midnight rug,
And your Spanish manners and your mother's drugs,
And your cowboy mouth and your curfew plugs,
Who among them do you think could resist you?
[Chorus]
Oh, the farmers and the businessmen, they all did decide
To show you the dead angels that they used to hide.
But why did they pick you to sympathize with their side?
Oh, how could they ever mistake you?
They wished you'd accepted the blame for the farm,
But with the sea at your feet and the phony false alarm,
And with the child of a hoodlum wrapped up in your arms,
How could they ever, ever persuade you?
[Chorus]
With your sheet metal memory of Cannery Row,
And your magazine-husband who one day just had to go,
And your gentleness now, which you just can't help but show,
Who among them do you think would employ you?
Now you stand with your thief, you're on his parole
With your holy medallion which your fingertips fold,
And your saintlike face and your ghostlike soul,
Oh, who among them do you think could destroy you?
(B D#m G#m F#...repeat until fade)
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