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]
E E7 E6 x4
[Verse 1]
E E7 E6
There's a man on the run
And he's never been caught
E E7 E6
He moves at the speed
Of the power of thought
A
And he carries the news
In a gleam of his eye
E
That what you've been told
Is a kind of a lie
[Chorus]
C
His enemies number fallen priests
A
Men of power and the crooked police
G
Cynics from the skool of hard knocks
A
And a motley crowd of mis-matched other old crocks
E7
Who're never ever gonna catch
The Connemara Fox
[Verse 2]
E
They chased him in Cong
E
They missed him in Maam
E
He was already gone
E
Never giving a damn
A
Wanted dead or alive
A
Up the back of of Dog's Bay
E
But by the time they arrived
E
He was leagues away
[Chorus]
C
In an oyster bar playing dominoes
A
And the only clues he left his foes
G
Were a fistful of dust, a change of the locks
A
The words of a Kris Kristoffersen song, a pair of old socks
E
And graffiti saying so long, suckers
E
Love, the Connemara Fox
[Verse 3]
E
He was in Bunnahown
E
On the day of the fair
E
When ship-like clouds
E
Sailed the summer air
A
And a bodhran thumped
A
And a saxophone played
E
As the people jumped
E
And danced at the side of the bay
[Chorus]
C
They say he had long elegant fingers
A
And when he was gone magic lingered
G
A bolt of love that stopped the clocks
A
From the village lane where the washing hung to the city blocks
E
The name on every tongue
E
Was the Connemara Fox
[Verse 4]
E
He left a diktat
E
On the priest's window sill
E
It said "Crough Paaaatrick, Sonny
E
Is the paganest hill
A
In the whole lump of Ireland
A
It shone with green light
E
That's why they buried its power
E
Under Christian rites
[Chorus]
C
And that bogus name to which it never belonged
A
That you can't even rhyme in a spell or a song
G
You're trying to put life back into the box"
A
And the priest ran out with a scream in the night in his cap and frocks
E
He never even caught sight
E
Of the Connemara Fox
[Verse 5]
E
He'll be where there is music
E
He'll be where there is crack
E
He'll be howling the blues
E
In the yard out back
A
He'll be down in the Claddagh
A
Playin' pitch and toss
E
He says guilt's an imposter, baby
E
You been double-crossed
[Chorus]
C
And just when you think you've got him pegged
A
All you'll see are the backs of his legs
G
A shadow passing way over the rocks
A
A wisp of hair, a ghostly snatch of the sound of a box
E
No one's ever gonna catch
E
The Connemara Fox
E
The Connemara Fox
E
The Connemara Fox
E
The Connemara Fox
E
The Connemara Fox
E E7 E6 x4
[Verse 1]
E E7 E6
There's a man on the run
And he's never been caught
E E7 E6
He moves at the speed
Of the power of thought
A
And he carries the news
In a gleam of his eye
E
That what you've been told
Is a kind of a lie
[Chorus]
C
His enemies number fallen priests
A
Men of power and the crooked police
G
Cynics from the skool of hard knocks
A
And a motley crowd of mis-matched other old crocks
E7
Who're never ever gonna catch
The Connemara Fox
[Verse 2]
E
They chased him in Cong
E
They missed him in Maam
E
He was already gone
E
Never giving a damn
A
Wanted dead or alive
A
Up the back of of Dog's Bay
E
But by the time they arrived
E
He was leagues away
[Chorus]
C
In an oyster bar playing dominoes
A
And the only clues he left his foes
G
Were a fistful of dust, a change of the locks
A
The words of a Kris Kristoffersen song, a pair of old socks
E
And graffiti saying so long, suckers
E
Love, the Connemara Fox
[Verse 3]
E
He was in Bunnahown
E
On the day of the fair
E
When ship-like clouds
E
Sailed the summer air
A
And a bodhran thumped
A
And a saxophone played
E
As the people jumped
E
And danced at the side of the bay
[Chorus]
C
They say he had long elegant fingers
A
And when he was gone magic lingered
G
A bolt of love that stopped the clocks
A
From the village lane where the washing hung to the city blocks
E
The name on every tongue
E
Was the Connemara Fox
[Verse 4]
E
He left a diktat
E
On the priest's window sill
E
It said "Crough Paaaatrick, Sonny
E
Is the paganest hill
A
In the whole lump of Ireland
A
It shone with green light
E
That's why they buried its power
E
Under Christian rites
[Chorus]
C
And that bogus name to which it never belonged
A
That you can't even rhyme in a spell or a song
G
You're trying to put life back into the box"
A
And the priest ran out with a scream in the night in his cap and frocks
E
He never even caught sight
E
Of the Connemara Fox
[Verse 5]
E
He'll be where there is music
E
He'll be where there is crack
E
He'll be howling the blues
E
In the yard out back
A
He'll be down in the Claddagh
A
Playin' pitch and toss
E
He says guilt's an imposter, baby
E
You been double-crossed
[Chorus]
C
And just when you think you've got him pegged
A
All you'll see are the backs of his legs
G
A shadow passing way over the rocks
A
A wisp of hair, a ghostly snatch of the sound of a box
E
No one's ever gonna catch
E
The Connemara Fox
E
The Connemara Fox
E
The Connemara Fox
E
The Connemara Fox
E
The Connemara Fox
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