Biografía:
Rasputina es una de las bandas más inusuales desde hace varios años, combina con éxito varios elementos del rock, pop, y música clásica en su propio sonido único.
Rasputina es una pseudo-clásica “gótico-positiva” por así denominarla, banda de cellistas que existe desde hace más de 10 años. Por ella han pasado muchas chicas atraídas por la idea de hacer música divertida y a la vez depresiva, usando para ello nada más que cellos, voz y electricidad, lideradas siempre por su versatil e incoherente vocalista Melora Creager.
Read more on Last.fm
¡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!
Em C
Smoke rises from an ice factory on the edge,
G D
On the edge of a city that exists in perpetual gloom.
Em C
I snatch a note from the basket of a passing bicycle.
G
It says “Go to the flour factory.
D
There’s something waiting there for you.”
A C
Under the window, covered by curtains,
G D
all lacy and splattered with blood,
Em C
we find crutches in the corner and bullets on she shelves,
G D
which I dismiss at once as being equivalent, irrelevant, in and of themselves.
Em C
Underneath the staircase there’s a mast which flies a flag.
G D
Despite dankness beyond imagining, it floats on to a higher hole.
Em
In tunnels gouged beneath the basement room are, unmistakably,
G D
sets of bloody handprints on a crumbling wall.
Em C G D
Oh, won’t you be there with me for it tonight?
Em C G D
In this hut-to-hut witch hunt down the tunnels of Old Yellowcake,
Em C G D
where all the souls in the city go drowning by starlight,
Em C G D
where each choice you make is a fierce firefight or a new mistake?
Em C
Inside of a room is a cage, is a cage.
G D
It’s made out of chain and glass.
Em C G D
It’s about forty feet high and three feet wide, it was built to last.
Em C G D
It’s against a brick wall in an old muddy corner of a basement tunnel room.
Em C G
There’s a man in the cage in the old muddy corner. He’s asleep but he’ll wake
D
up soon.
A C
Under the window, covered by curtains,
G D
all lacy and splattered with blood,
Em C
we find crutches in the corner and bullets on she shelves,
G D
which I dismiss at once as being equivalent, irrelevant, in and of themselves.
Em C G D
Oh, won’t you be there with me for it tonight?
Em C G D
In this hut-to-hut witch hunt down the tunnels of Old Yellowcake,
Em C G D
where all the souls in the city go drowning by starlight,
Em C G D
where each choice you make is a fierce firefight or a new mistake?
Smoke rises from an ice factory on the edge,
G D
On the edge of a city that exists in perpetual gloom.
Em C
I snatch a note from the basket of a passing bicycle.
G
It says “Go to the flour factory.
D
There’s something waiting there for you.”
A C
Under the window, covered by curtains,
G D
all lacy and splattered with blood,
Em C
we find crutches in the corner and bullets on she shelves,
G D
which I dismiss at once as being equivalent, irrelevant, in and of themselves.
Em C
Underneath the staircase there’s a mast which flies a flag.
G D
Despite dankness beyond imagining, it floats on to a higher hole.
Em
In tunnels gouged beneath the basement room are, unmistakably,
G D
sets of bloody handprints on a crumbling wall.
Em C G D
Oh, won’t you be there with me for it tonight?
Em C G D
In this hut-to-hut witch hunt down the tunnels of Old Yellowcake,
Em C G D
where all the souls in the city go drowning by starlight,
Em C G D
where each choice you make is a fierce firefight or a new mistake?
Em C
Inside of a room is a cage, is a cage.
G D
It’s made out of chain and glass.
Em C G D
It’s about forty feet high and three feet wide, it was built to last.
Em C G D
It’s against a brick wall in an old muddy corner of a basement tunnel room.
Em C G
There’s a man in the cage in the old muddy corner. He’s asleep but he’ll wake
D
up soon.
A C
Under the window, covered by curtains,
G D
all lacy and splattered with blood,
Em C
we find crutches in the corner and bullets on she shelves,
G D
which I dismiss at once as being equivalent, irrelevant, in and of themselves.
Em C G D
Oh, won’t you be there with me for it tonight?
Em C G D
In this hut-to-hut witch hunt down the tunnels of Old Yellowcake,
Em C G D
where all the souls in the city go drowning by starlight,
Em C G D
where each choice you make is a fierce firefight or a new mistake?
Ratto
Rauf & Faik
Raul Midon
Raul Ornelas
Raul Seixas