Biografía:
Slaid Cleaves (born Richard Slaid Cleaves on June 9, 1964) is an American singer-songwriter. He was born in Washington, D.C. and raised in South Berwick, Maine and Round Pond, Maine.
Slaid Cleaves’ music is marked by both the quirky blend of isolated eccentricity and steely resilience of his Yankee upbringing and the weathered soul of Texas, the state he has called home for over a decade now. First registering on the national folk scene by winning the Kerrville Folk Festival’s New Folk competition in 1992
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Otras canciones:
- Broken Down
- Drinkin' Days
- One Good Year
- Another Kind Of Blue
- Beautiful Thing
- Below
- Beyond Love
- Black T
- Borderline
- Breakfast In Hell
- Bring It On
- Broke Down
- Call It Sleep
- Cold And Lonely
- Cry
- Dance Around The Fire
- Dreams
- Drinkin Days
- Fairest Of Them All
- Flowered Dresses
- Getaway Car
- Go For The Gold
- Gods Own Yodeler
- Gone
- Green Mountains And Me
- Hard To Believe
- Hickory
- Hometown Usa
- Horses
- Horshoe Lounge
- I Bet She Does
- If I Had A Heart
- In The Rain
- Junkyard
- Key Chain
- Lydia
- Millionaire
- New Years Day
- No Angel Knows
- Not Going Down
- November Skies
- Oh Roberta
- Primer Gray
- Quick As Dreams
- Rust Belt Fields
- Sinners Prayer
- Song For June
- Still Fighting The War
- Temporary
- Texas Love Song
- This Morning I Was Born Again
- Tiger Tom Dixons Blues
- Tumbleweed Stew
- Twistin
- Voice Of Midnight
- Whim Of Iron
- Wishbone
- Without Her
- Working Stiff
- You Dont Have To Tell Me
- Youre A Mean One Mr Grinch
¡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!
This is my first submission. I hope it is accurate enough for you all to enjoy this great tune!
Below by Slaid Cleaves
Capo 3rd Fret
F G Am (Choke)
Am
There’s an old dirt road, just off route nine.
F G Am
Fades into the lake, at the low water line.
Am
Sometimes I wander down that road alone.
Dm G Am
Remembering the town, that I once called home.
Am
I grew up on the valley, every neighbor a friend,
F G Am
Until the modern world started creeping in.
Am
One day came the lawyers, with cash in hand.
Dm G Am
They swore that our village would light up the land.
Chorus:
F Am
The dusky waters move cold and slow,
C E
And the ghosts of a village still wander below.
F Am
Homesteads of families and friends forever more,
Dm G Am (Choke)
Haunting the valley below this sparkling shore.
Am
Surrounding the valley was a painted red line,
F G Am
Drawn by company men like marking a crime.
Am
A silent reminder that all inside it must go,
Dm G Am
Or be lost to the rising dead river’s flow.
Am
Some folks took the money, started grinding gears,
F G Am
While the rest of us held out, twenty odd years.
Am
We watched our town, like a photograph fade,
Dm G Am (Choke)
As the company came, to take it all away.
Am
They tore down the church, and the schoolhouse burned.
F G Am
They dug up the graves, the wheels of progress turned.
Am
They got Dutchie’s Store, and Hayden’s Pool Hall,
Dm G Am
When the dozers rolled, it shattered us all.
Chorus:
F Am
The dusky waters move cold and slow,
C E
And the ghosts of the village still wander below.
F Am
Homesteads of families and friends forever more,
Dm G Am (Choke)
Haunting the valley below this sparkling shore.
Instrumental Break
Am / F / G / Am / Dm / G / Am (Choke)
Am
Old May Savage stayed as long as she could.
F G Am
Her house on the hill towered over the flood.
Am
It rose up alone, in the dark of night,
Dm G Am
Its face on the water, in the cold moonlight.
Am
I shake off the memories, on my lips a prayer.
F G Am
Thanks for the grace, and the beauty down there.
Am
And while the porch lights glow, all over the state,
Dm G Am
There’s nothing but darkness, under the lake.
Chorus:
F Am
The dusky waters move cold and slow,
C E
And the ghosts of a village still wander below.
F Am
Homesteads of families and friends forever more,
Dm G Am
Haunting the valley below this sparkling shore.
Dm G Am Am
They haunt the valley below this sparkling shore.
Below by Slaid Cleaves
Capo 3rd Fret
F G Am (Choke)
Am
There’s an old dirt road, just off route nine.
F G Am
Fades into the lake, at the low water line.
Am
Sometimes I wander down that road alone.
Dm G Am
Remembering the town, that I once called home.
Am
I grew up on the valley, every neighbor a friend,
F G Am
Until the modern world started creeping in.
Am
One day came the lawyers, with cash in hand.
Dm G Am
They swore that our village would light up the land.
Chorus:
F Am
The dusky waters move cold and slow,
C E
And the ghosts of a village still wander below.
F Am
Homesteads of families and friends forever more,
Dm G Am (Choke)
Haunting the valley below this sparkling shore.
Am
Surrounding the valley was a painted red line,
F G Am
Drawn by company men like marking a crime.
Am
A silent reminder that all inside it must go,
Dm G Am
Or be lost to the rising dead river’s flow.
Am
Some folks took the money, started grinding gears,
F G Am
While the rest of us held out, twenty odd years.
Am
We watched our town, like a photograph fade,
Dm G Am (Choke)
As the company came, to take it all away.
Am
They tore down the church, and the schoolhouse burned.
F G Am
They dug up the graves, the wheels of progress turned.
Am
They got Dutchie’s Store, and Hayden’s Pool Hall,
Dm G Am
When the dozers rolled, it shattered us all.
Chorus:
F Am
The dusky waters move cold and slow,
C E
And the ghosts of the village still wander below.
F Am
Homesteads of families and friends forever more,
Dm G Am (Choke)
Haunting the valley below this sparkling shore.
Instrumental Break
Am / F / G / Am / Dm / G / Am (Choke)
Am
Old May Savage stayed as long as she could.
F G Am
Her house on the hill towered over the flood.
Am
It rose up alone, in the dark of night,
Dm G Am
Its face on the water, in the cold moonlight.
Am
I shake off the memories, on my lips a prayer.
F G Am
Thanks for the grace, and the beauty down there.
Am
And while the porch lights glow, all over the state,
Dm G Am
There’s nothing but darkness, under the lake.
Chorus:
F Am
The dusky waters move cold and slow,
C E
And the ghosts of a village still wander below.
F Am
Homesteads of families and friends forever more,
Dm G Am
Haunting the valley below this sparkling shore.
Dm G Am Am
They haunt the valley below this sparkling shore.
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