Biografía:
Karlzen’s career began in 1992 when an indie label owner offered to record her first album, “Mary Karlzen.” It was released regionally and established her as a unique new talent. Soon after, Atlantic Records signed her just as a wave of new female acts like Sheryl Crow and Jewel were exploding on the music scene. “Yelling at Mary” received outstanding reviews from The Washington Post, People Magazine, Musician Magazine, The Chicago Sun-Times, Billboard and dozens of other publications.
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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!
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From: [email protected] (Adam Schneider)
SWINGING ON HIS ARM (Mary Karlzen)
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[Pardon the weird formatting; Mary has a tendency to break her lines
up in unusual ways, making it hard to type out chords...]
C C Bb Bb
Drive the car down the dirt road, and back behind the barn
F F G G C C
Back where we used to hide, and run out on the fields
Bb Bb F F
With those dogs fast on our heels; I didn't know
G G
That those dogs would never bite
F G F G D D
(bite) Catching bugs back by the light, in the trees I see you hiding
F F
I see you hiding
C F G G
Well I'd give everything I own for a taste of yesterday
C F G G
To hear my father calling out "Mary," well I know just what he'd say
F G D D
Back to the farm, we'd be out to the fields (??), and I'd be
F C G G
Swinging on, swinging on his arm
And walk out to the prairie there, thinking we'd find God somewhere
But he was nowhere to be found
And climb up on a haystack, and have us a look around
Don't you know, not one tree broke the ground
And of all the things I miss, I can tell you, I can tell you
I can tell you this
Well I'd give everything I own for a taste of yesterday
To hear my father calling out "Mary," well I know just what he'd say
Back to the farm, we'd be out to the fields (??), and I'd be
Swinging on, swinging on his arm, and I'd be
Swinging on, swinging on his arm, and I'd be
C C Bb Bb F F G G
[instrumental]
C C Bb Bb F F G G
[instrumental]
And of all the things I miss, I can tell you, I can tell you
I can tell you this
Well I'd give everything I own for a taste of yesterday
To hear my father calling out "Mary," well I know just what he'd say
Back to the farm, we'd be out to the fields (??), and I'd be
Swinging on, swinging on his arm, well I'd be
Swinging on, swinging on his arm, well I'd be
Swinging on, swinging on his arm, I'd be
[slowly:] Swinging on, swinging on his arm
Drive the car down the dirt road, and back behind the barn
#This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the #
#song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. #
#------------------------------------------------------------------------------##
From: [email protected] (Adam Schneider)
SWINGING ON HIS ARM (Mary Karlzen)
----------------------------------
[Pardon the weird formatting; Mary has a tendency to break her lines
up in unusual ways, making it hard to type out chords...]
C C Bb Bb
Drive the car down the dirt road, and back behind the barn
F F G G C C
Back where we used to hide, and run out on the fields
Bb Bb F F
With those dogs fast on our heels; I didn't know
G G
That those dogs would never bite
F G F G D D
(bite) Catching bugs back by the light, in the trees I see you hiding
F F
I see you hiding
C F G G
Well I'd give everything I own for a taste of yesterday
C F G G
To hear my father calling out "Mary," well I know just what he'd say
F G D D
Back to the farm, we'd be out to the fields (??), and I'd be
F C G G
Swinging on, swinging on his arm
And walk out to the prairie there, thinking we'd find God somewhere
But he was nowhere to be found
And climb up on a haystack, and have us a look around
Don't you know, not one tree broke the ground
And of all the things I miss, I can tell you, I can tell you
I can tell you this
Well I'd give everything I own for a taste of yesterday
To hear my father calling out "Mary," well I know just what he'd say
Back to the farm, we'd be out to the fields (??), and I'd be
Swinging on, swinging on his arm, and I'd be
Swinging on, swinging on his arm, and I'd be
C C Bb Bb F F G G
[instrumental]
C C Bb Bb F F G G
[instrumental]
And of all the things I miss, I can tell you, I can tell you
I can tell you this
Well I'd give everything I own for a taste of yesterday
To hear my father calling out "Mary," well I know just what he'd say
Back to the farm, we'd be out to the fields (??), and I'd be
Swinging on, swinging on his arm, well I'd be
Swinging on, swinging on his arm, well I'd be
Swinging on, swinging on his arm, I'd be
[slowly:] Swinging on, swinging on his arm
Drive the car down the dirt road, and back behind the barn
Mary Prankster
Mary Sarah
Mary Scholz
Mary Travers
Mary Zema