Biografía:
Brazzaville es un grupo estadounidense, fundado en Los Angeles en 1997 por David Brown quien fue el saxofonista de Beck. David es el vocalista, el compositor y el guitarrista de Brazzaville. Han grabado hasta ahora varios álbumes de estudio.
A través de los años hubo muchos miembros y colaboradores en Brazzaville, actualmente, la banda está compuesta por David Brown (voz y guitarra), Kenny Lyon (guitarra, ukelele, melódica), Ivan Knight (batería) y Oleg Zaytsev (teclados). El grupo reside actualmente en Barcelona, España.
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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!
Capo on the 4th fret
Am
Fallen down
F
He’s too weary
G
Can’t get up
Em
His eyes are blurry
Chinatown
He just fades away
He’s drunk up 1/2 his weight in sherry
Swallowed the apothecary
Whispering a farewell lullaby
Am F G Em
I’ve seen enough in my old life
Just send an airmail to my wife
Tell her her hobo’s gone and died
And that my world is looking wide
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He came to town
37 years ago
His hair was long
His eyes were blue
He lived down by the sea
Head full of poetry
Rock & roll and galleries
Nickel bags and happenings
The fall of ’63
I’ve seen enough in my old life…
The years rolled by
3rd & Broadway caught his eye
Black tar, speed and china white
Took it all away
Left him in ragged clothes
Cardboard boxes for a home
An old man when he should be young
Trashing through the day
Am
Fallen down
F
He’s too weary
G
Can’t get up
Em
His eyes are blurry
Chinatown
He just fades away
He’s drunk up 1/2 his weight in sherry
Swallowed the apothecary
Whispering a farewell lullaby
Am F G Em
I’ve seen enough in my old life
Just send an airmail to my wife
Tell her her hobo’s gone and died
And that my world is looking wide
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He came to town
37 years ago
His hair was long
His eyes were blue
He lived down by the sea
Head full of poetry
Rock & roll and galleries
Nickel bags and happenings
The fall of ’63
I’ve seen enough in my old life…
The years rolled by
3rd & Broadway caught his eye
Black tar, speed and china white
Took it all away
Left him in ragged clothes
Cardboard boxes for a home
An old man when he should be young
Trashing through the day
Breakout
Breakup Shoes
Breanne Duren
Breathe Carolina
Breathe Electric