Biografía:
Este es el cuarto trabajo del proyecto personal de Fred Thomas, de Michigan , que se ocupa en reunir buenos músicos disponibles en cada momento. De hecho el nombre "SATURDAY LOOKS GOOD TO ME" (el sábado me parece bien) alude a la dificultad para reunirse y ensayar.
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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!
Written by Fred Thomas
From the album "All Your Summer Songs"
[Verse 1]
C G C
It's the last hour before you leave
Dm G
Staying up on the balcony
Am G
Counting stars and listening to you singing in your sleep
C G C
I wonder what time it is back home
Dm G
I wonder how fast that airplane goes
Am G
Flying over oceans, dialing broken telephones
F C F C F G
One final kiss, it's been coming to this since before we even met
C F C G
You got something on your mind you're trying to forget
F C F C F G
You been saying you know you got to choose, but it ain't happened yet
Dm Em F
And we'll come home smashed
Dm Em F
And we'll forget to ask
Dm Em F G
And break in half all over the bed
[Verse 2]
C G C
Walking home backwards through the park
Dm G
Stepping on flowers in the dark
Am G
It's the last hour in your heart
F C F C F G
I know you don't want to come home with the stars falling out of your eyes
C F C G
You got something on your mind that you're trying to hide
You're running, baby
F C F C
all out of space in your suitcase
F G
But you can't make up your mind
Dm Em F
And there's no more time
Dm Em F
And you have to decide
Dm Em F G
Which one you'll keep and which one you're leaving behind
From the album "All Your Summer Songs"
[Verse 1]
C G C
It's the last hour before you leave
Dm G
Staying up on the balcony
Am G
Counting stars and listening to you singing in your sleep
C G C
I wonder what time it is back home
Dm G
I wonder how fast that airplane goes
Am G
Flying over oceans, dialing broken telephones
F C F C F G
One final kiss, it's been coming to this since before we even met
C F C G
You got something on your mind you're trying to forget
F C F C F G
You been saying you know you got to choose, but it ain't happened yet
Dm Em F
And we'll come home smashed
Dm Em F
And we'll forget to ask
Dm Em F G
And break in half all over the bed
[Verse 2]
C G C
Walking home backwards through the park
Dm G
Stepping on flowers in the dark
Am G
It's the last hour in your heart
F C F C F G
I know you don't want to come home with the stars falling out of your eyes
C F C G
You got something on your mind that you're trying to hide
You're running, baby
F C F C
all out of space in your suitcase
F G
But you can't make up your mind
Dm Em F
And there's no more time
Dm Em F
And you have to decide
Dm Em F G
Which one you'll keep and which one you're leaving behind
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