Biografía:
Lissie es una cantante estadounidense de pop,indie,folk nacida en Rock Island, Illinois.
Su música es una perfecta mixtura entre el country y el pop rock muy similar a artistas como: Jewel,Tiff Merrit y Brandie Carlile.
Se dice de ella que es la nueva Stevie Nicks .
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Otras canciones:
- Everywhere I Go
- Pursuit Of Happiness
- All Be Okay
- Back To Forever
- Bad Romance
- Best Days
- Blood And Muscle
- Blue
- Boyfriend
- Bright Side
- Bully
- Cant Take It Back
- Castles
- Cold Fish
- Crazy Girl
- Cuckoo
- Daughters
- Dont You Give Up On Me
- First To Say Goodbye
- Further Away Romance Police
- Go For A Walk
- Go Your Own Way
- Here Before
- Hero
- Hollywood
- I Bet On You
- I Dont Want To Go To Work
- In Sleep
- Little Lovin
- Live Your Life Right
- Look Away
- Loosen The Knot
- Love Blows
- Love In The City
- Mountaintop Removal
- Nothing Else Matters
- Oh Mississippi
- Ojai
- On My Chest
- Peace On Earth
- Record Collector
- Record Collerctor
- Shameless
- Shroud
- Sleepwalking
- Stay
- Stranger
- Sun Keeps Risin
- The Habit
- The Ship Song
- They All Want You
- This Much I Know
- Together Or Apart
- Wedding Bells
- Whats It Like
- When Im Alone
- Wild West
- World Away
- Worried About
¡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 Bbm
Bbm
I'm tired of saying
Ab
That I won't get lost ever again
Gb Bbm
Who knows, maybe I will
And everywhere I go
There I'll be
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With a rusty old rake in a pile of leaves
Gb Bbm
Oh my, truly daunting
Gb
But my blue eyes
Bbm
Cannot see
Gb Bbm
That their real hue is probably green
Gb Ab
I should keep records of these things
Gb Ab Bbm
And I'll know what yesterdays bring
I'm, I'm not really sure
Ab
But I'm starting to think that I've been here before
Gb
Who knows
Bbm
Maybe I have
And everywhere I went
Ab
There I was with a choir of bees
They were all a buzz
Gb Bbm
Oh my, how amusing
But my blue eyes
Cannot see
That their real hue is probably green
I should keep records of these things
And I'll know what yesterdays bring
But...
Bbm Ab
One time, there was this one time
Gb Bbm
When I swore God, she spoke to me
Bbm Ab
And she told me, oh yes she told me
Gb Bbm
Of all the wonder that she could bring
And I said,
Bb, Ab Gb
Won't you, won't you fill me up with it, won't you fill me up with it,
Won't you fill me
Bbm Ab Gb
Won't you, won't you fill me up with it, why don't you fill me up with it,
Why don't you fill me
Bbm Ab Gb
Won't you, won't you fill me up with it, why do't you fill me up with it,
Bbm Ab Gb Bbm
Why don't you fill me
But my blue eyes
Cannot see
That their real hue is probably green
I should keep records of these things
And I'll know what yesterdays bring
I am always here with me
And I'll know what yesterdays bring
Bbm
I'm tired of saying
Ab
That I won't get lost ever again
Gb Bbm
Who knows, maybe I will
And everywhere I go
There I'll be
Ab
With a rusty old rake in a pile of leaves
Gb Bbm
Oh my, truly daunting
Gb
But my blue eyes
Bbm
Cannot see
Gb Bbm
That their real hue is probably green
Gb Ab
I should keep records of these things
Gb Ab Bbm
And I'll know what yesterdays bring
I'm, I'm not really sure
Ab
But I'm starting to think that I've been here before
Gb
Who knows
Bbm
Maybe I have
And everywhere I went
Ab
There I was with a choir of bees
They were all a buzz
Gb Bbm
Oh my, how amusing
But my blue eyes
Cannot see
That their real hue is probably green
I should keep records of these things
And I'll know what yesterdays bring
But...
Bbm Ab
One time, there was this one time
Gb Bbm
When I swore God, she spoke to me
Bbm Ab
And she told me, oh yes she told me
Gb Bbm
Of all the wonder that she could bring
And I said,
Bb, Ab Gb
Won't you, won't you fill me up with it, won't you fill me up with it,
Won't you fill me
Bbm Ab Gb
Won't you, won't you fill me up with it, why don't you fill me up with it,
Why don't you fill me
Bbm Ab Gb
Won't you, won't you fill me up with it, why do't you fill me up with it,
Bbm Ab Gb Bbm
Why don't you fill me
But my blue eyes
Cannot see
That their real hue is probably green
I should keep records of these things
And I'll know what yesterdays bring
I am always here with me
And I'll know what yesterdays bring
Little Birdy
Little Bit
Little Boots
Little Brother
Little Eva