Biografía:
Lucy Kaplansky (1960) es una cantante de folk estadounidense establecida en Nueva York. Kaplansky también tiene un doctorado en psicología clínica por la Universidad de Yeshiva.
Kaplansky es originaria de Chicago. A los 18 años, decidió no ir a la universidad y se mudó a Nueva York. se implicó en el ambiente de la música folk de la ciudad, particularmente en Greenwich Village, donde tocó con, entre otros, Suzanne Vega, Shawn Colvin y Richard Shindell.
http://www.lucykaplansky.com
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Otras canciones:
- A Childs Hands
- Beauty Way
- Break A Train
- Broken Things
- Cowboy Singer
- Delivery Truck
- Dont Mind Me
- Dont Renege On Our Love
- Edges
- End Of The Day
- Every Single Day
- Five In The Morning
- Goodnight
- Guilty As Sin
- Guinevere
- I Had Something
- If You Could See
- Ill See You Again
- Land Of The Living
- Life Is Beautiful
- Line In The Sand
- Love Is The Ride
- Mary And The Soldier
- More Than This
- My Name Joe
- No More Excuses
- Nowhere
- Off And Running
- One Good Reason
- Over The Hills
- Promise Me
- Return Of The Grievous Angel
- Reunion
- Ring Of Fire
- Scavenger
- Scorpion
- Secret Journey
- Somebodys Home
- Someday Soon
- Somewhere Out There
- Song For Molly
- Still Life
- Swimming Song
- Ten Year Night
- Texas Blues
- The Angels Rejoiced Last Night
- The Gift
- The Heart
- The Red Thread
- The Thief
- This Is Home
- This Is Mine
- Tide
- Todays The Day
- Turn The Lights Back On
- Whats So Funny Bout Peace Love And Understanding
- When I Get To The Border
- Written On The Back Of His Hand
- You Just Need A Home
- Youre Still Standing There
¡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!
Lucy Kaplansky - Song For Molly
CAPO: 3rd Fret
INTRO: G C G C
G
Molly's sitting on her bed
C
It's Sunday afternoon
Am
Radio's playing outside
C
TV bleeds from the next room
G
Antiseptic in the air
C
Nurses laughing down the hall
Am
Crooked feet in crooked shoes
C
Her wooden cane against the wall
G
It's Sunday, but her Sunday clothes
C
Are packed away somewhere
Am
She doesn't need them anymore
C G C G
Nothing to look her best for
I'm thirteen, I'm with my mother
C
She doesn't know my name
Am
I remind her I'm Lucy
C
But she looks at me the same
G
Like I'm a stranger she should remember
C
From a place she can't return
Am
We've only just walked in
C
She says we've stayed too long
Am
Too proud to be remembered
C G C Em
As a mother without a home
D Em
Oh oh, it's time to go
D C
Oh oh, it's time to go
It's a dirty trick
G C
This growing old
G
We walk the halls anyway
C
My mother holds her arm
Am
She's pleading with us to leave
C
So we walk her to her room
G
And we drive through the old neighbourhood
C
The grand homes of the South Side
Am
So many are abandoned now
C
So many lifetimes locked inside
G
And at the dinner table
C
It's my parents and me
Am
I sneak looks at the two of them
C
To see what they need from me
G
And later she calls me over
C
Where she sits alone
Am
She's polishing a silver ring
C
I've never seen before
G
She says this was Molly's
C
It was her mother's ring
Am C
I'm keeping it for you
G C Em
As she kept it for me
D Em
Oh oh, it's time to go
D C
Oh oh, it's time to go
It's a dirty trick
G C
This growing old
G
I'm told Molly was so proud
C
To have another baby girl
Am
Her only granddaughter
C
But I don't remember
Am G C G
This is what I remember
Am G C G
This is what I remember
CAPO: 3rd Fret
INTRO: G C G C
G
Molly's sitting on her bed
C
It's Sunday afternoon
Am
Radio's playing outside
C
TV bleeds from the next room
G
Antiseptic in the air
C
Nurses laughing down the hall
Am
Crooked feet in crooked shoes
C
Her wooden cane against the wall
G
It's Sunday, but her Sunday clothes
C
Are packed away somewhere
Am
She doesn't need them anymore
C G C G
Nothing to look her best for
I'm thirteen, I'm with my mother
C
She doesn't know my name
Am
I remind her I'm Lucy
C
But she looks at me the same
G
Like I'm a stranger she should remember
C
From a place she can't return
Am
We've only just walked in
C
She says we've stayed too long
Am
Too proud to be remembered
C G C Em
As a mother without a home
D Em
Oh oh, it's time to go
D C
Oh oh, it's time to go
It's a dirty trick
G C
This growing old
G
We walk the halls anyway
C
My mother holds her arm
Am
She's pleading with us to leave
C
So we walk her to her room
G
And we drive through the old neighbourhood
C
The grand homes of the South Side
Am
So many are abandoned now
C
So many lifetimes locked inside
G
And at the dinner table
C
It's my parents and me
Am
I sneak looks at the two of them
C
To see what they need from me
G
And later she calls me over
C
Where she sits alone
Am
She's polishing a silver ring
C
I've never seen before
G
She says this was Molly's
C
It was her mother's ring
Am C
I'm keeping it for you
G C Em
As she kept it for me
D Em
Oh oh, it's time to go
D C
Oh oh, it's time to go
It's a dirty trick
G C
This growing old
G
I'm told Molly was so proud
C
To have another baby girl
Am
Her only granddaughter
C
But I don't remember
Am G C G
This is what I remember
Am G C G
This is what I remember
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