Biografía:
Martha McGarrigle Wainwright (8 de mayo de 1976, Montreal, Quebec, Canada) es una cantante de folk-pop canadiense-americana.
Hija de Loudon Wainwright III and Kate McGarrigle y hermana de Rufus Wainwright.
Ha participado frecuentemente en grabaciones de miembros de su familia y ha grabado varios EPs independientes.
Su primer álbum apareció en 2005 en el sello Drowned In Sound.
En 2006 colaboró en el álbum del grupo norte-irlandés Snow Patrol, Eyes Open.
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Otras canciones:
- Bloody Mother Fucking Asshole
- Far Away
- When The Day Is Short
- Ball And Chain
- Bleeding All Over You
- Can You Believe It
- Comin Tonight
- Dont Forget
- Everything Wrong
- Factory
- Four Black Sheep
- Gpt
- Hearts Club Band
- How Soon
- I Am Sorry
- I Will Internalize
- In The Middle Of The Night
- Leave Behind
- Proserpina
- See Emily Play
- So Many Friends
- The George Song
- Tv Show
- You Cheated Me
¡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!
Four Black Sheep
Martha Wainwright
Note: This is a free-flowing song; the chords are all right, but where
exactly in the lyrics chord changes take place changes, depending on the
whim of the performer. Proper chord voicings, where uncommon, may be found
at the bottom.
Dm*
Get in the car we're late for the gig
C E Am
But don't go too fast it's been snowin' since 10 am
C E Am
We never will be this free again
Dm
Just over the bridge, crossin' the Gatineau
C E Am
To the side that I know where the light becomes strange
C E Am
And we'll never be this free again.
Dm
On our way home singin' the songs that we learned on our mother’s knee
C E Am
Four black sheep in need
C E Am
Tryin' or cryin' to be free.
D Dsus4 D Asus4 A Asus4 A
Jesse's been drinkin' again and again he won't believe, he can't believe
Asus4 A Asus4 A G
We can see right through his soul.
Dm
Mom and Dad are on their way, they know these roads
C E Am
They've been travelling a lonely life.
C E Am
Black sheep they too were born in the night.
Dm
And we'll meet at the lodge to suck on life as we look up at the sky
C E Am
that we don't feel the same.
C E Am
And we'll never be this free again.
F#m Esus4 E
May walked away in the snow sayin' she was through.
F#m
And Frere Jacques would never want to ring the bell to tell us all
Esus4 E
We already knew
A* Bm*
That out there in the freezing night we will not be all right
A*
Four black sheep travellin' different speeds
Angry at the world
Losing their way in the cold blue snow.
E7*
Red on black on white - it glowed.
C E Am
We will never feel that free again.
C E Am
We will never feel that free again.
Em*
After the show back on the road to Montreal
D F#m Bm
There were diamonds piercin' our eyes
D E Bm
And the snow pilin' up on either side.
Em
Jesse took the wheel, there was an appeal to stop the ride
D F#m Bm
but we were just four black sheep in the night.
D F#m Bm
Tryin' to hold on for our lives.
Em
We never made it home - spinnin' out on the road
D F#m Bm
We took to the sky where we were finally free for the last time.
D F#m Bm
Flyin' high at the end of our lives.
D F#m Bm
Four black sheep deep in the white light
D F#m Bm
Red on black on white in the night
D F#m Bm
I said red on black on white in the night
D F#m Bm
I said red on black on white in the night
D F#m Bm
Red on black on white in the night
D F#m Bm
Red on black on white in the night…
Dm |(5)5-7-7-6-5-|
F#m|-2-4-4-2-2-2-|
A* |(0)0-7-6-5-0-|
Bm*|-7-9-9-7-7-7-|
E7*|(0)7-6-7-5-0-|
Em |(0)7-9-9-6-7-|
Martha Wainwright
Note: This is a free-flowing song; the chords are all right, but where
exactly in the lyrics chord changes take place changes, depending on the
whim of the performer. Proper chord voicings, where uncommon, may be found
at the bottom.
Dm*
Get in the car we're late for the gig
C E Am
But don't go too fast it's been snowin' since 10 am
C E Am
We never will be this free again
Dm
Just over the bridge, crossin' the Gatineau
C E Am
To the side that I know where the light becomes strange
C E Am
And we'll never be this free again.
Dm
On our way home singin' the songs that we learned on our mother’s knee
C E Am
Four black sheep in need
C E Am
Tryin' or cryin' to be free.
D Dsus4 D Asus4 A Asus4 A
Jesse's been drinkin' again and again he won't believe, he can't believe
Asus4 A Asus4 A G
We can see right through his soul.
Dm
Mom and Dad are on their way, they know these roads
C E Am
They've been travelling a lonely life.
C E Am
Black sheep they too were born in the night.
Dm
And we'll meet at the lodge to suck on life as we look up at the sky
C E Am
that we don't feel the same.
C E Am
And we'll never be this free again.
F#m Esus4 E
May walked away in the snow sayin' she was through.
F#m
And Frere Jacques would never want to ring the bell to tell us all
Esus4 E
We already knew
A* Bm*
That out there in the freezing night we will not be all right
A*
Four black sheep travellin' different speeds
Angry at the world
Losing their way in the cold blue snow.
E7*
Red on black on white - it glowed.
C E Am
We will never feel that free again.
C E Am
We will never feel that free again.
Em*
After the show back on the road to Montreal
D F#m Bm
There were diamonds piercin' our eyes
D E Bm
And the snow pilin' up on either side.
Em
Jesse took the wheel, there was an appeal to stop the ride
D F#m Bm
but we were just four black sheep in the night.
D F#m Bm
Tryin' to hold on for our lives.
Em
We never made it home - spinnin' out on the road
D F#m Bm
We took to the sky where we were finally free for the last time.
D F#m Bm
Flyin' high at the end of our lives.
D F#m Bm
Four black sheep deep in the white light
D F#m Bm
Red on black on white in the night
D F#m Bm
I said red on black on white in the night
D F#m Bm
I said red on black on white in the night
D F#m Bm
Red on black on white in the night
D F#m Bm
Red on black on white in the night…
Dm |(5)5-7-7-6-5-|
F#m|-2-4-4-2-2-2-|
A* |(0)0-7-6-5-0-|
Bm*|-7-9-9-7-7-7-|
E7*|(0)7-6-7-5-0-|
Em |(0)7-9-9-6-7-|
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