Biografía:
The Collection is a collection of chaunters and cantatrices collectively carousing carols by a close to competent composer enciting colloquial celebrations with christ, citizens, criminals and miscreants.
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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!
[Intro]
D A E F#m D A E A
[Verse 1]
Another knot of dreams
F#m A
They keep chewing up my sleep
D A E
And spitting out my whole work-week every morning
A
Well this city is a sea
F#m A
And its undertow grabbed me
D A E
And dragged me off into the deep without a warning
[Chorus]
D A E F#m
I'm longing for the silence, a field to lay my head
D A E A
Where the engines and the sirens are no longer my debt
D A C# F#m
And I can finally hear my conscience, listen close to what it said:
D E A
If you don't make your bed, you don't have to lie in it.
[Link]
A F#m A D A E
[Verse 2]
A
And in the morning when I rise
F#m A
Every step's a compromise:
D A E
Motor fumes, and burning eyes, and drunken violence
A
Through the city, tall as trees
F#m A
Hydrant rivers fill the street
D A E
And I can hear the birds and bees in the next apartment
[Chorus]
D A E F#m
I'm longing for the silence, a field to lay my head
D A E A
Where the engines and the sirens are no longer my debt
D A C# F#m
And I can finally hear my conscience, listen close to what it said:
D E A
If you don't make your bed, you don't have to lie in it.
[Instrumental]
D A E A D A E
D A C# F#m D E A
[Verse 3]
A
I've got my backpack and my tent
F#m A
And a thumb pointing to heaven
D A E
And a couple bucks to spend if I get hungry
A
This land demands no rent
F#m A
Though the air I breathe is lent
D A E
And the sun is so quiet as it shines on me
[Chorus]
D A E F#m
I'm longing for the silence, a field to lay my head
D A E A
Where the engines and the sirens are no longer my debt
D A C# F#m
And I can finally hear my conscience, listen close to what it said:
D E F#m
If you don't make your bed, you don't have to lie in it.
D E A
If you don't make your bed, you don't have to lie in it
D A E F#m D A E A
[Verse 1]
Another knot of dreams
F#m A
They keep chewing up my sleep
D A E
And spitting out my whole work-week every morning
A
Well this city is a sea
F#m A
And its undertow grabbed me
D A E
And dragged me off into the deep without a warning
[Chorus]
D A E F#m
I'm longing for the silence, a field to lay my head
D A E A
Where the engines and the sirens are no longer my debt
D A C# F#m
And I can finally hear my conscience, listen close to what it said:
D E A
If you don't make your bed, you don't have to lie in it.
[Link]
A F#m A D A E
[Verse 2]
A
And in the morning when I rise
F#m A
Every step's a compromise:
D A E
Motor fumes, and burning eyes, and drunken violence
A
Through the city, tall as trees
F#m A
Hydrant rivers fill the street
D A E
And I can hear the birds and bees in the next apartment
[Chorus]
D A E F#m
I'm longing for the silence, a field to lay my head
D A E A
Where the engines and the sirens are no longer my debt
D A C# F#m
And I can finally hear my conscience, listen close to what it said:
D E A
If you don't make your bed, you don't have to lie in it.
[Instrumental]
D A E A D A E
D A C# F#m D E A
[Verse 3]
A
I've got my backpack and my tent
F#m A
And a thumb pointing to heaven
D A E
And a couple bucks to spend if I get hungry
A
This land demands no rent
F#m A
Though the air I breathe is lent
D A E
And the sun is so quiet as it shines on me
[Chorus]
D A E F#m
I'm longing for the silence, a field to lay my head
D A E A
Where the engines and the sirens are no longer my debt
D A C# F#m
And I can finally hear my conscience, listen close to what it said:
D E F#m
If you don't make your bed, you don't have to lie in it.
D E A
If you don't make your bed, you don't have to lie in it
The Color
The Color Morale
The Color Purple
The Color Wild
The Colour Movem (...)