Biografía:
Allusion is a concept that involves a palette of sounds coming from the instruments that talk about belief, inspiration, greatness, ideologies, abstract views, the world, beauty, darkness and beyond. This concept was given further notice when these musicians came together and what you will hear at our live shows and our work is the continuous passion to create better music and to bring sounds that are as diverse as possible, yet there is a noticeable link to the audiences.
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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!
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From [email protected] Mon May 12 14:02:24 1997
Date: Mon, 5 May 1997 10:57:22 +600
From: the cow shuttle
Reply-To: [email protected]
To: [email protected]
Subject: allusion; better times ->please submit it
"better times"
words and music by a. fering
solo guitar, g. johnson
preformed by the band, allusion
intro: rhythm guitar only
G D C G
ok, here's where you sing too, it's tough...
everyone else in the band comes in here too,
bass slide down.
[G]do you remember[D]when we were friends
[C]sittin around, not doin' [G]anything.
[g]those days are gone [d]just a memory
[c]kind of wish that, you were here and
[g]we could talk again
now do the damn progression:
G D C G
[g]do you remember[d]the times we had?
[c]i'd sell my soul[g]for just a minute that
[g]those times are gone[d]and far behind
[c]they're non-existant[g]but they're in my mind
now do the progression twice, and greg does his solo shit.
just improvise, if you can't make anything fit, you need lessons.
G D C G
G D C G
[g]we'll never be[d]like we were before
[c]but don't forget[g]you're welcome at my door
[g]there were better times[d]when the world was mine
[c]but nothing holds true[g]it's all a big decline
G D C G
rhythm guitar again, and voice, light light percussion
1st verse, ending with a decreshendow mama.
(clap clap clap, cheering, panties on the stage)
you did good!
#This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the #
#song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. #
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From [email protected] Mon May 12 14:02:24 1997
Date: Mon, 5 May 1997 10:57:22 +600
From: the cow shuttle
Reply-To: [email protected]
To: [email protected]
Subject: allusion; better times ->please submit it
"better times"
words and music by a. fering
solo guitar, g. johnson
preformed by the band, allusion
intro: rhythm guitar only
G D C G
ok, here's where you sing too, it's tough...
everyone else in the band comes in here too,
bass slide down.
[G]do you remember[D]when we were friends
[C]sittin around, not doin' [G]anything.
[g]those days are gone [d]just a memory
[c]kind of wish that, you were here and
[g]we could talk again
now do the damn progression:
G D C G
[g]do you remember[d]the times we had?
[c]i'd sell my soul[g]for just a minute that
[g]those times are gone[d]and far behind
[c]they're non-existant[g]but they're in my mind
now do the progression twice, and greg does his solo shit.
just improvise, if you can't make anything fit, you need lessons.
G D C G
G D C G
[g]we'll never be[d]like we were before
[c]but don't forget[g]you're welcome at my door
[g]there were better times[d]when the world was mine
[c]but nothing holds true[g]it's all a big decline
G D C G
rhythm guitar again, and voice, light light percussion
1st verse, ending with a decreshendow mama.
(clap clap clap, cheering, panties on the stage)
you did good!
Ally Wallace
Allyson Chase
ALMA (Finland)
Alma (France)
Alma Callejera