Biografía:
Lucy Wainwright Roche (born 1981) is a singer-songwriter and performer known for her clear, powerful voice and her refreshingly straightforward stage presence. Lucy hails from what could be called a musical dynasty. Her parents are musicians Suzzy Roche and Loudon Wainwright III, and her maternal aunts are Maggie Roche and Terre Roche, who with Suzzy Roche formed the group The Roches. Her paternal half-siblings are Martha Wainwright and Rufus Wainwright.
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Otras canciones:
- A Quiet Line
- Accident And Emergency
- America
- Bleecker Street
- Call Your Girlfriend Live
- Canturbury Song
- Early Train
- I
- Last Time
- Look Busy
- Mary
- Mercury News
- October
- Once In
- Open Season
- Say Yes
- Seek And Hide
- Snare Drum
- Starting Square
- Statesville
- Take What Youre Given
- The Same
- The Worst Part
- The Year Will End Again
- Under The Gun
- Wild Mountain Thyme
¡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]
Dm Am Dm F
[Verse]
Dm Am Dm
Seven Sundays, late for front steps
F Dm
Sitting warm in the midday block
Am Dm
Little bare feet, dirty forehead
F Dm
I can see where your train will stop
[Verse]
Am Dm
At the point of several mountains
F Dm
Sold from one to another tribe
Am
Just a basket baby waiting
Dm F Dm
Towering at only three feet high
[Chorus]
C F
I know "Take what you're given"
Dm
I know "Seen and not heard"
C F
You left me buckets of ribbons
Dm
Woven together by flying birds
[Verse]
Am Dm
Me and you crept on for hours
F Dm
Right behind the big blue house
Am Dm
All the roots of all her flowers
F Dm
So to feed all our creatures' mouths
[Verse]
Am Dm
She cried, "What have you done here?
F Dm
You girls are the devil's kind!"
Am Dm
I can't run any faster
F Dm
Leaving all the battles behind
[Verse]
Am Dm
After dinner, kitchen quiet
F Dm
Hot air from the dishes washed
Am Dm
Just a sink light buzzing brightly
F Dm
In the front room, TV on
[Chorus]
C F
I know "Take what you're given"
Dm
I know "Seen and not heard"
C F
You left me buckets of ribbons
Dm
Woven together by flying birds
[Verse]
Am Dm
And the church sings hallelujah
F Dm
When you're sitting still and right
Am Dm
Peering just between two shoulders
F Dm
Trying to see what the priest looks like
[Chorus]
C F
I know and also have you
Dm
I know all things were made
C F
Lift me to heavier water
Dm
Just in case I can be saved
[Verse]
Am Dm
I will wait here one last morning
F Dm
Shield my eyes to the blazing sun
Am Dm
If I scan the streets for warning
F Dm
I can see when your train will come
Dm Am Dm F
[Verse]
Dm Am Dm
Seven Sundays, late for front steps
F Dm
Sitting warm in the midday block
Am Dm
Little bare feet, dirty forehead
F Dm
I can see where your train will stop
[Verse]
Am Dm
At the point of several mountains
F Dm
Sold from one to another tribe
Am
Just a basket baby waiting
Dm F Dm
Towering at only three feet high
[Chorus]
C F
I know "Take what you're given"
Dm
I know "Seen and not heard"
C F
You left me buckets of ribbons
Dm
Woven together by flying birds
[Verse]
Am Dm
Me and you crept on for hours
F Dm
Right behind the big blue house
Am Dm
All the roots of all her flowers
F Dm
So to feed all our creatures' mouths
[Verse]
Am Dm
She cried, "What have you done here?
F Dm
You girls are the devil's kind!"
Am Dm
I can't run any faster
F Dm
Leaving all the battles behind
[Verse]
Am Dm
After dinner, kitchen quiet
F Dm
Hot air from the dishes washed
Am Dm
Just a sink light buzzing brightly
F Dm
In the front room, TV on
[Chorus]
C F
I know "Take what you're given"
Dm
I know "Seen and not heard"
C F
You left me buckets of ribbons
Dm
Woven together by flying birds
[Verse]
Am Dm
And the church sings hallelujah
F Dm
When you're sitting still and right
Am Dm
Peering just between two shoulders
F Dm
Trying to see what the priest looks like
[Chorus]
C F
I know and also have you
Dm
I know all things were made
C F
Lift me to heavier water
Dm
Just in case I can be saved
[Verse]
Am Dm
I will wait here one last morning
F Dm
Shield my eyes to the blazing sun
Am Dm
If I scan the streets for warning
F Dm
I can see when your train will come
Ludvig Moon
Ludwig Hirsch
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Luie Hond
Luifer Cuello