Biografía:
Nacida en Hawaii y criada en la carretera mientras sus padres seguían a un líder espiritual, Simone White ha cimentado su carrera en su dulce voz y una capacidad para sintetizar el ensoñador legado de grandes damas como Joni Mitchell o Laurie Anderson en canciones que destilan pop perfecto. Como una Feist intelectual o una Hanne Hukkelberg de aguas cálidas, Simone demuestra con su interpretación por qué Damon Albarn (Blur) no dudo un segundo al reclutarla para su sello Honest Jon's.
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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!
Verse 1:
Bm D Bm
There's a farmer in a distant country working on the land
D Bm
A hat upon his head and a shovel in his hand
F# G
Till the soil plant the seed wait a while cut the leaf
Bm
And send another cup of tea to me
Verse 2:
Bm D Bm
I'm a spoiled child of the great imperialist state
D Bm
I cannot kill my meat nor grow the food upon my plate
F# G
I never walked a mile to the well, when the tap runs dry to tell
Bm
What will become of you and me
Chorus:
C# Bm
What will become of us, who will give us trust
Em Bm F# G
Will you believe me when I say I never loved profiting from your pain
F#
That I felt shame when I looked the other way
Verse 3:
Bm D Bm
Woke up this morning, the revolution knocking down my door
D Bm
Those capitalist pigs? No, they don't live here anymore
F#
Slipped out the back door into my car how far can you drive how far
Verse 4:
Bm D Bm
There's a farmer in a distant country working on the land
D Bm
Food turned into flowers for the uptown florist stand
F# G
What you saved another paid to turn his soil into sand
Bm
The world will not deliver on demand
Chorus:
C# Bm
What will become of us, who will give us trust
Em Bm F# G
Will you believe me when I say I never loved profiting from your pain
F#
That I felt shame when I looked the other way
Bm D Bm
There's a farmer in a distant country working on the land
D Bm
A hat upon his head and a shovel in his hand
F# G
Till the soil plant the seed wait a while cut the leaf
Bm
And send another cup of tea to me
Verse 2:
Bm D Bm
I'm a spoiled child of the great imperialist state
D Bm
I cannot kill my meat nor grow the food upon my plate
F# G
I never walked a mile to the well, when the tap runs dry to tell
Bm
What will become of you and me
Chorus:
C# Bm
What will become of us, who will give us trust
Em Bm F# G
Will you believe me when I say I never loved profiting from your pain
F#
That I felt shame when I looked the other way
Verse 3:
Bm D Bm
Woke up this morning, the revolution knocking down my door
D Bm
Those capitalist pigs? No, they don't live here anymore
F#
Slipped out the back door into my car how far can you drive how far
Verse 4:
Bm D Bm
There's a farmer in a distant country working on the land
D Bm
Food turned into flowers for the uptown florist stand
F# G
What you saved another paid to turn his soil into sand
Bm
The world will not deliver on demand
Chorus:
C# Bm
What will become of us, who will give us trust
Em Bm F# G
Will you believe me when I say I never loved profiting from your pain
F#
That I felt shame when I looked the other way
Sinead O'co (...)
Sing Sing Sing
Sing Street
Singto Numchok
Siniestro Total