Biografía:
As musicians and music-listeners alike venture into a creative climate in which technological elements often define an artist’s sonic and visual identity, Katie Costello emerges as a unique and timeless example of an authentic artisan shinning amidst the frequently clouded backdrop of modernity. Almost as if her spirit has been frozen in another day and age, her perspective is one that far exceeds her surprisingly young age. She writes about the human condition – Our ever present desire to find peace, identity, home, and understanding.
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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: Cm Eb Ab F
Cm G Ab F
It was just a cold day, no day for laying in the field
Cm Eb Ab F
It was just one star, far too far that made him turn away
Cm G Ab F
Bland boy, no toy to a man like yourself
Cm Eb Ab F
He was just no one, someone who needed something else
Cm G Ab F
Time left room (for) for me to reconsider
Cm Eb Ab F Cm Eb Ab F
What had been winter and where the grass did grow
Cm G Ab F Cm Eb
Time left room (for) for me to reconsider, who and what I knew
Ab F Cm Eb Ab F
And where that boy did go
Cm G Ab F
First kiss: neither hit nor miss; it blurs from the quickness it keeps
Cm Eb Ab F
First love: too much at once for that troubled boy to take
Cm G Ab F
Blue lake, for sanity's sake he swam and dove too deep
Cm G Ab F
Grey skies, green eyes - they change with the growing grass
Ab G
Loss of what is so precious
Ab G
Confused with the scenery
Ab
A face with no name, a place without space
G Eb F Cm Eb Ab F
It's useless, boy don't you see
Cm G Ab F
No chance, no turning back, that lake is but a stream
Cm Eb Ab F
One wish, one day for that kiss to return to those wanting lips
Cm G Ab F
It was just a cold day, no day for laying in the field
Cm Eb Ab F
It was just one star, far too far that made him turn away
Cm G Ab F
Bland boy, no toy to a man like yourself
Cm Eb Ab F
He was just no one, someone who needed something else
Cm G Ab F
Time left room (for) for me to reconsider
Cm Eb Ab F Cm Eb Ab F
What had been winter and where the grass did grow
Cm G Ab F Cm Eb
Time left room (for) for me to reconsider, who and what I knew
Ab F Cm Eb Ab F
And where that boy did go
Cm G Ab F
First kiss: neither hit nor miss; it blurs from the quickness it keeps
Cm Eb Ab F
First love: too much at once for that troubled boy to take
Cm G Ab F
Blue lake, for sanity's sake he swam and dove too deep
Cm G Ab F
Grey skies, green eyes - they change with the growing grass
Ab G
Loss of what is so precious
Ab G
Confused with the scenery
Ab
A face with no name, a place without space
G Eb F Cm Eb Ab F
It's useless, boy don't you see
Cm G Ab F
No chance, no turning back, that lake is but a stream
Cm Eb Ab F
One wish, one day for that kiss to return to those wanting lips
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