Biografía:
Townes Van Zandt nació en la ciudad de Fort Worth, en el estado de Texas, en el seno de una adinerada familia relacionada con el negocio del petróleo. Era descendiente de Isaac Van Zandt, que tuvo un importante papel político en la época en que Texas fue un estado independiente.
Comenzó su carrera como cantante de folk a mediados de la década de 1960, tocando en clubes como Sand Mountain y Old Quarter, en Houston (Texas). En su primera época conoció a otros músicos texanos que tendrían una gran influencia en su obra
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Otras canciones:
- At My Window
- Be Here To Love Me
- Cocaine Blues
- Colorado Girl
- Dead Flowers
- Pancho And Lefty
- Poncho and Lefty
- To Live Is To Fly
- Upon My Soul
- Waiting Around To Die
- Waiting Round To Die
- A Song For
- Aint Leavin Your Love
- Alone And Forsaken
- Ballad Of Ira Hayes
- Big Country Blues
- Black Crow Blues
- Black Jack Mama
- Blue Wind Blew
- Brand New Companion
- Brother Flower
- Buckskin Stallion Blues
- Columbine
- Come Tomorrow
- Cowboy Junkies Lament
- Delta Momma Blues
- Dollar Bill Blues
- Dont Let The Sunshine Fool Ya
- Dont Take It Too Bad
- Dont You Take It Too Bad
- Fare Thee Well Miss Carousel
- Flyin Shoes
- For The Sake Of The Song
- Fraulein
- Greensboro Woman
- Heavenly Houseboat Blues
- Hey Willie Boy
- High Low And In Between
- Highway Kind
- I Aint Ever Satisfied
- If I Needed You
- Ill Be Here In The Morning
- Indian Cowboy
- Ira Hayes
- Kathleen
- Katie Belle Blue
- Like A Summer Thursday
- Little Willie The Gambler
- Loretta
- Lovers Lullaby
- Lungs
- Many A Fine Lady
- Marie
- Mr Mudd And Mr Gold
- My Proud Mountains
- No Deal
- No Place To Fall
- None But The Rain
- Nothin
- Only Him Or Me
- Our Mother The Mountain
- Pueblo Waltz
- Quicksilver Daydreams Of Maria
- Rake
- Rexs Blues
- Sad Cinderella
- Saint John The Gambler
- Second Lovers Song
- She Came And She Touched Me
- Sixteen Summers Fifteen Falls
- Snake Mountain Blues
- Snake Song
- Snow Dont Fall
- Snowin On Raton
- St John The Gambler
- Still Looking For You
- Tecumseh Valley
- Texas River Song
- The Catfish Song
- The Hole
- The Silver Ships Of Andilar
- Tower Song
- Turnstyled Junkpiled
- Two Girls
- Two Hands
- Waitin Around To Die
- Waiting For The Day
- When He Offers His Hand
- When Shes Acting This Way
- When Your Dream Lovers Die
- White Freight Liner Blues
- White Freightliner Blues
- You Are Not Needed Now
¡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]
Dm
[Verse 1]
Dm
My lover comes to me with a rose on her bosom
F C/E Am Dm
The moon's dancin' purple all through her black hair
Dm
And a lady's in waiting she'll stand 'neath my window
F C/E Am Dm
And the sun will rise soon on the false and the fair
C Am Dm
Sing a-too a-loor-a-lie-o
[Verse 2]
Dm
She tells me she comes from my mother the mountain
F C/E Am Dm
Her skin fits her tightly and her lips do not lie
Dm
She silently slips from her throat a medallion
F C/E Am Dm
Slowly she twirls it in front of my eyes
C Am Dm
Sing a-too a-loor-a-lie-o
[Verse 3]
Dm
I watch her, I love her, I long for to touch her
F C/E Am Dm
The satin she's wearin' is shimmering blue
Dm
Outside my window her ladies are sleeping
F C/E Am Dm
My dog's a-gone hunting, the howling is through
C Am Dm
Sing a-too a-loor-a-lie-o
[Verse 4]
Dm
So I reach for her hand and her eyes turn to poison
F C/E Am Dm
And her hair turns to splinters and her flesh turns to brine
Dm
She leaps 'cross the room, she stands in the window
F C/E Am Dm
And screams that my first-born will surely be blind
C Am Dm
Sing a-too a-loor-a-lie-o
[Verse 5]
Dm
Then she throws herself out to the black of the nightfall
F C/E Am Dm
She's parted her lips, but she makes not a sound
Dm
I fly down the stairway and I run to the garden
F C/E Am Dm
No trace of my true love is there to be found
C Am Dm
Sing a-too a-loor-a-lie-o
[Verse 6]
Dm
So walk these hills lightly and watch who you're lovin'
F C/E Am Dm
By mother the mountain, I swear that it's true
Dm
And love not a woman with hair black as midnight
F C/E Am Dm
And a dress made of satin all shimmering blue
C Am Dm
Sing a-too a-loor-a-lie-o
[Verse 7]
Dm
Oh my lover comes to me with a rose on her bosom
F C/E Am Dm
The moon's dancing purple all through her black hair
Dm
And a lady's in waiting, she'll stand 'neath my window
F C/E Am Dm
And the sun will rise soon on the false and the fair
Dm
[Verse 1]
Dm
My lover comes to me with a rose on her bosom
F C/E Am Dm
The moon's dancin' purple all through her black hair
Dm
And a lady's in waiting she'll stand 'neath my window
F C/E Am Dm
And the sun will rise soon on the false and the fair
C Am Dm
Sing a-too a-loor-a-lie-o
[Verse 2]
Dm
She tells me she comes from my mother the mountain
F C/E Am Dm
Her skin fits her tightly and her lips do not lie
Dm
She silently slips from her throat a medallion
F C/E Am Dm
Slowly she twirls it in front of my eyes
C Am Dm
Sing a-too a-loor-a-lie-o
[Verse 3]
Dm
I watch her, I love her, I long for to touch her
F C/E Am Dm
The satin she's wearin' is shimmering blue
Dm
Outside my window her ladies are sleeping
F C/E Am Dm
My dog's a-gone hunting, the howling is through
C Am Dm
Sing a-too a-loor-a-lie-o
[Verse 4]
Dm
So I reach for her hand and her eyes turn to poison
F C/E Am Dm
And her hair turns to splinters and her flesh turns to brine
Dm
She leaps 'cross the room, she stands in the window
F C/E Am Dm
And screams that my first-born will surely be blind
C Am Dm
Sing a-too a-loor-a-lie-o
[Verse 5]
Dm
Then she throws herself out to the black of the nightfall
F C/E Am Dm
She's parted her lips, but she makes not a sound
Dm
I fly down the stairway and I run to the garden
F C/E Am Dm
No trace of my true love is there to be found
C Am Dm
Sing a-too a-loor-a-lie-o
[Verse 6]
Dm
So walk these hills lightly and watch who you're lovin'
F C/E Am Dm
By mother the mountain, I swear that it's true
Dm
And love not a woman with hair black as midnight
F C/E Am Dm
And a dress made of satin all shimmering blue
C Am Dm
Sing a-too a-loor-a-lie-o
[Verse 7]
Dm
Oh my lover comes to me with a rose on her bosom
F C/E Am Dm
The moon's dancing purple all through her black hair
Dm
And a lady's in waiting, she'll stand 'neath my window
F C/E Am Dm
And the sun will rise soon on the false and the fair
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