Biografía:
10cc fue un grupo de estilo rock-pop y soft rock británico, originarios de Manchester. Se dice que su nombre se debe a que diez centímetros cúbicos es la cantidad promedio de semen que un hombre genera en cada eyaculación.
Su debut fue en el año 1974 y la agrupación estuvo compuesta por Graham Gouldman, Eric Stewart, Kevin Godley y Lol Creme. Su gran éxito mundial llegó en 1975, con la canción I'm Not In Love; también son conocidas Silly Love, Wall Street Shuffle y Dreadlock Holiday. Se separaron en 1995.
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Otras canciones:
- Asdf
- Como Te Voy A Olvidar
- Dreadlock Holiday
- Error
- Freestylo
- I'm Not In Love
- Jdnfasf
- No Me La Solti Mah
- Rubber Bullets
- The Re
- The Things We Do For Love
- ???? ?????? - ?? ? ?????
- ? ?? ??????? Half-life 3
- Action Man In Motown Suit
- Art For Arts Sake
- Baron Samedi
- Blackmail
- Brand New Day
- Donna
- Film Of My Love
- Fresh Air For My Mama
- From Rochdale To Ocho Rios
- Good Morning Judge
- Headline Hustler
- Hotel
- I Bought A Flat Guitar Tutor
- Im Mandy Fly Me
- Im Not In Love
- Johnny Dont Do It
- Lazy Ways
- Oh Effendi
- Old Wild Men
- People In Love
- Reds In My Bed
- Sand In My Face
- Shine A Light In The Dark
- Ships Dont Disappear In The Night Do They
- Somewhere In Hollywood
- The Dean And I
- The Hospital Song
- The Second Sitting For The Last Supper
- The Worst Band In The World
- Wall Street Shuffle
- Waterfall
- Youve Got A Cold
- Yvonnes The One
¡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!
Fresh Air For My Mama
10cc
C G F G7
C G F G7
F Bbmaj7
So say one and so say all
F Eb7
Say what you gotta say Or don't say nothing at all
Abmaj7 Dbmaj7
You've been tossin' and turnin' through soft sticky nights
Bbm7 C C7 F C
While the Bronx below you fights to stay alive
F Bbmaj7
So say one and so say all
F Eb7
Be what you gotta be Or don't be nothing at all
Abmaj7 Dbmaj7
Be gracious to your mother When you leave this neighbourhood
(The change is going to do her good)
Ebmaj7
Next to me you look bad
Bb9/D Eb Fm7 F# Db B Db7
`Cos there ain't no fresh air for my mama, my mama
Cm7 D
But the drop is shear When you break away
C
Take me away
D7
It's just about time to hit the road
Bb Am Am/G C
And say You gotta believe in something
C
It's easy to see
D7
My God is fading away
Bb Am Am/G C
So pick up your bible and pray for me
F
We're all alone in the darkness
F#dim
But our eyes are wide open
G
We don't see nothing
Bb
And our hands are tied
Dm C
To the railings of the Bowery
Bb Gm7
And the humid city slickers
F Bbmaj7
So say one and so say all
F Eb7
We had a lot to say And we said it all
Abmaj7 Dbmaj7
The cost of livin' in dreams Is rising like a crime wave
(The American way of dying - The American way of dying)
Ebmaj7
And it gets you every time
Bb9/D Eb Fm7
And it looks like it's got to my mama My mama
F# Ab C G F G7 C
May she rest....in....peace
10cc
C G F G7
C G F G7
F Bbmaj7
So say one and so say all
F Eb7
Say what you gotta say Or don't say nothing at all
Abmaj7 Dbmaj7
You've been tossin' and turnin' through soft sticky nights
Bbm7 C C7 F C
While the Bronx below you fights to stay alive
F Bbmaj7
So say one and so say all
F Eb7
Be what you gotta be Or don't be nothing at all
Abmaj7 Dbmaj7
Be gracious to your mother When you leave this neighbourhood
(The change is going to do her good)
Ebmaj7
Next to me you look bad
Bb9/D Eb Fm7 F# Db B Db7
`Cos there ain't no fresh air for my mama, my mama
Cm7 D
But the drop is shear When you break away
C
Take me away
D7
It's just about time to hit the road
Bb Am Am/G C
And say You gotta believe in something
C
It's easy to see
D7
My God is fading away
Bb Am Am/G C
So pick up your bible and pray for me
F
We're all alone in the darkness
F#dim
But our eyes are wide open
G
We don't see nothing
Bb
And our hands are tied
Dm C
To the railings of the Bowery
Bb Gm7
And the humid city slickers
F Bbmaj7
So say one and so say all
F Eb7
We had a lot to say And we said it all
Abmaj7 Dbmaj7
The cost of livin' in dreams Is rising like a crime wave
(The American way of dying - The American way of dying)
Ebmaj7
And it gets you every time
Bb9/D Eb Fm7
And it looks like it's got to my mama My mama
F# Ab C G F G7 C
May she rest....in....peace
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