Biografía:
The Waterboys es una banda formada en 1983 por Mike Scott. La composición de la misma ha girado siempre en torno a músicos de Escocia e Irlanda. Las sedes de la misma se han alternado entre Dublín, Spiddal, Nueva York y Findhorn. Su música ha pasado desde una mezcla de folk Celta hasta el rock'n'roll, siempre con un estilo múy personal otorgado por el talento de su líder Mike.
Tras diez años de grabar y girar sin interrupción, en 1993 se disolvieron y Mike Scott inició su carrera en solitario.
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Otras canciones:
- Fisherman's Blues
- Fishermans Blues
- The Whole Of The Moon
- A Girl Called Johnny
- A Man Is In Love
- A Pagan Place
- And A Bang On The Ear
- Destinies Entwined
- Didnt We Walk On Water
- Do We Choose Who We Love
- Dont Bang The Drum
- Epiphany On Mott Street
- Everybody Takes A Tumble
- Glastonbury Song
- Has Anybody Here Seen Hank
- Higher In Time
- How Long Will I Love You
- I Can See Elvis
- If I Was Your Boyfriend
- If The Answer Is Yeah
- Kinkys History Lesson
- Long Strange Golden Road
- Love Walks In
- Mad As The Mist And Snow
- Man What A Woman
- Medicine Bow
- Mister Charisma
- Morning Came Too Soon
- Nashville Tennessee
- Nearest Thing To Hip
- New York I Love You
- November Tale
- Payo Payo Chin
- Peace Of Iona
- Politics
- Raggle Taggle Gypsy
- Rags
- Rare Precious And Gone
- Rosalind You Married The Wrong Guy
- Sante Fe
- September 1913
- She Is So Beautiful
- She Tried To Hold Me
- Spring Comes To Spiddal
- Still A Freak
- Strange Boat
- Suffer
- Sweet Dancer
- The Big Music
- The Connemara Fox
- The Crash Of Angels Wings
- The Girl In The Window Chair
- The Hammerhead Bar
- The Lake Isle Of Innisfree
- The Pan Within
- The Return Of Pan
- Too Close To Heaven
- What Do You Want Me To Do
- When Will We Be Married?
- When Ye Go Away
- White Birds
- Whole Of The Moon
- You In The Sky
¡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 G C D G C D
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There used to be a café a few blocks away,
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Open seven days, called “The Brilliant Mistake”
G
Where a crow-haired girl with scarlet lips
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And slender hips served up coffee and cake
Am
On a crackling stereo the ghosts of Sun Ra,
Em D Dsus D Dsus
Charlie Parker, Miles and Coltrane blew
G C
I’d kick back in my chair, that sweet honey’d jazz in the air
D
The sun shining through
G
It was the nearest thing to hip
Am
It was the nearest thing to hip
C D G
In this shithole… and it’s gone
G
It was the nearest thing to hip
Am
It was the nearest thing to hip
C D G
In this shithole… and it’s gone
G C D G C D
G
Everywhere that I go I see streets that are low
C D G C D
On distinction and high on the banal and the bland
G
How did we get to this? We plumbed the abyss
C D G C D
By the twisted grace of the law of supply and demand
Am
Well, there’s no use crying and no use sighing over
Em D Dsus D Dsus
Stone, wood, wire, glass and cement
G
But there’s a little record store with a wooden floor
C D
That ain’t there no more that I used to frequent
G
It was the nearest thing to hip
Am
It was the nearest thing to hip
C D G
In this shithole… and it’s gone
G
It was the nearest thing to hip
Am
It was the nearest thing to hip
C D G
In this shithole… and it’s gone
Em D C G
Now I need to get out of this.. hullabaloo
Em D C G
And I remember an old-fashioned bar that I once knew
Bb Am C G
With an old-fashioned barman wearing old-fashioned clothes
Am D
But when I get there.. it’s been bulldozed
G
So I follow my nose down Comatose Lane
C D G C D
Through the stripped back, ripped up wastes of Woebegone Square
G
Till I find myself on Deadbeat Street,
C D G C D
My feet beginning to ache, despair in the air
Am
The only thing bright in this blighted town
Em D Dsus D Dsus
Are the billboard adverts everywhere displayed like mocking shades
G
And the musty, dusty second-hand bookstore
C D
Is now a scum-encrusted amusement arcade
G
It was the nearest thing to hip
Am
It was the nearest thing to hip
C D G
In this shithole… and it’s gone
G
It was the nearest thing to hip
Am
It was the nearest thing to hip
C D G
In this shithole… and it’s gone
G C D G
.. and it’s gone
G C D G
G
There used to be a café a few blocks away,
C D G C D
Open seven days, called “The Brilliant Mistake”
G
Where a crow-haired girl with scarlet lips
C D G C D
And slender hips served up coffee and cake
Am
On a crackling stereo the ghosts of Sun Ra,
Em D Dsus D Dsus
Charlie Parker, Miles and Coltrane blew
G C
I’d kick back in my chair, that sweet honey’d jazz in the air
D
The sun shining through
G
It was the nearest thing to hip
Am
It was the nearest thing to hip
C D G
In this shithole… and it’s gone
G
It was the nearest thing to hip
Am
It was the nearest thing to hip
C D G
In this shithole… and it’s gone
G C D G C D
G
Everywhere that I go I see streets that are low
C D G C D
On distinction and high on the banal and the bland
G
How did we get to this? We plumbed the abyss
C D G C D
By the twisted grace of the law of supply and demand
Am
Well, there’s no use crying and no use sighing over
Em D Dsus D Dsus
Stone, wood, wire, glass and cement
G
But there’s a little record store with a wooden floor
C D
That ain’t there no more that I used to frequent
G
It was the nearest thing to hip
Am
It was the nearest thing to hip
C D G
In this shithole… and it’s gone
G
It was the nearest thing to hip
Am
It was the nearest thing to hip
C D G
In this shithole… and it’s gone
Em D C G
Now I need to get out of this.. hullabaloo
Em D C G
And I remember an old-fashioned bar that I once knew
Bb Am C G
With an old-fashioned barman wearing old-fashioned clothes
Am D
But when I get there.. it’s been bulldozed
G
So I follow my nose down Comatose Lane
C D G C D
Through the stripped back, ripped up wastes of Woebegone Square
G
Till I find myself on Deadbeat Street,
C D G C D
My feet beginning to ache, despair in the air
Am
The only thing bright in this blighted town
Em D Dsus D Dsus
Are the billboard adverts everywhere displayed like mocking shades
G
And the musty, dusty second-hand bookstore
C D
Is now a scum-encrusted amusement arcade
G
It was the nearest thing to hip
Am
It was the nearest thing to hip
C D G
In this shithole… and it’s gone
G
It was the nearest thing to hip
Am
It was the nearest thing to hip
C D G
In this shithole… and it’s gone
G C D G
.. and it’s gone
G C D G
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