Biografía:
Trevor Sensor (born in 1994 in Sterling, Illinois) is an American singer-songwriter.
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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]
4 measures of C
[Verse 1]
C
Small town kids and World War Three and the
Am F
Money's gettin' bigger but noone can come to see
Em G
the burning forest through the trees
C
Mother packs her lunch and says goodbye and
Am F
Childhood days are drawn just to die
Em G
But noone seems to try
F C
They find themselves alone feeling unclean
F G G7
They search in themselves for meaning
[Chorus]
C Am
Tonight, I'm gonna be someone tonight
F
I'm gonna be someone tonight
G
I'm gonna be someone tonight
C
I'm gonna be someone tonight
[Interlude]
4 measures of C
[Verse 2]
C
Everybody [hates they're] not the ones to
Am F
Be adored and touched by the sun
Em G
To be famous just because
C
But the hate is drowned by the constant sound of the
Am F
Fathers who beat their winves who ain't around
Em G
To be served a decent meal
F C
And the children dream of better days
F G G7
Where all they do is play their little games
F C
And the generations come to only fall
F G G7
And ya come to find that nothin' really matters at all
[Chorus] x2
C Am
Tonight, I'm gonna be someone tonight
F
I'm gonna be someone tonight
G
I'm gonna be someone tonight
C
I'm gonna be someone tonight
[Verse 3]
C
Well the hate is drowned by the frequent sounds of
C
Everybody turning to look around
Am
Away from the days when they felt O.K.
Am
And everybody's waiting for something to say
F
The time is come for a chosen one
F
The prophesied , the empty lies
G
The media makes [the other ties]
G G7
Your mother says to cover...
C
Well the hate is drowned by the frequent sounds of
C
Everybody turning to look around
Am
Away from the days when they felt O.K.
Am
Everybody's waitin' for somethin' to say
F
The time has come for a chosen one
F
The prophesied, the empty lies
G
The media makes [the other ties]
G
You mother says to cover your eyes
[Outro]
C Am F G x3
C
4 measures of C
[Verse 1]
C
Small town kids and World War Three and the
Am F
Money's gettin' bigger but noone can come to see
Em G
the burning forest through the trees
C
Mother packs her lunch and says goodbye and
Am F
Childhood days are drawn just to die
Em G
But noone seems to try
F C
They find themselves alone feeling unclean
F G G7
They search in themselves for meaning
[Chorus]
C Am
Tonight, I'm gonna be someone tonight
F
I'm gonna be someone tonight
G
I'm gonna be someone tonight
C
I'm gonna be someone tonight
[Interlude]
4 measures of C
[Verse 2]
C
Everybody [hates they're] not the ones to
Am F
Be adored and touched by the sun
Em G
To be famous just because
C
But the hate is drowned by the constant sound of the
Am F
Fathers who beat their winves who ain't around
Em G
To be served a decent meal
F C
And the children dream of better days
F G G7
Where all they do is play their little games
F C
And the generations come to only fall
F G G7
And ya come to find that nothin' really matters at all
[Chorus] x2
C Am
Tonight, I'm gonna be someone tonight
F
I'm gonna be someone tonight
G
I'm gonna be someone tonight
C
I'm gonna be someone tonight
[Verse 3]
C
Well the hate is drowned by the frequent sounds of
C
Everybody turning to look around
Am
Away from the days when they felt O.K.
Am
And everybody's waiting for something to say
F
The time is come for a chosen one
F
The prophesied , the empty lies
G
The media makes [the other ties]
G G7
Your mother says to cover...
C
Well the hate is drowned by the frequent sounds of
C
Everybody turning to look around
Am
Away from the days when they felt O.K.
Am
Everybody's waitin' for somethin' to say
F
The time has come for a chosen one
F
The prophesied, the empty lies
G
The media makes [the other ties]
G
You mother says to cover your eyes
[Outro]
C Am F G x3
C
Triana
Tribal Seeds
Tribal Theory
Tribalistas
Tricarico