Biografía:
Brian Peter George St. John le Baptiste de la Salle Eno, mejor conocido como Brian Eno, es un compositor, productor, músico, cantante y teórico nacido en Inglaterra en el año 1948. Es reconocido como el padre de la música ambient, con discos como Music for Airports, The Plateaux of Mirror, Day of Radiance y On Land.
Empezó su carrera a principios de los '70s tocando con Roxy Music, aportando originales texturas del sintetizador. Esta banda obtuvo importancia dentro de la escena del glam rock
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Otras canciones:
- On Some Far Away Beach
- Babys On Fire
- Back In Judys Jungle
- Bright Hours
- Burning Airlines Give You So Much More
- By This River
- China My China
- Cindy Tells Me
- Dead Finks Dont Talk
- Driving Me Backwards
- Empty Frame
- Everything Merges With The Night
- Everything That Happens Will Happen Today
- Golden Hours
- How Many Worlds
- Ill Come Running
- Julie With
- Mother Whale Eyeless
- Needles In The Camels Eye
- Put A Straw Under Baby
- Some Of Them Are Old
- Spider And I
- Spinning Away
- St Elmos Fire
- The Fat Lady Of Limbourg
- The Great Pretender
- The Paw Paw Negro Blowtorch
- True Wheel
- Under
¡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!
Complete tab, as on album.
Regular Tuning
Verses
Em
Oh cheeky cheeky
Bm
Oh naughty sneeky
D A
You’re so perceptive and I wonder how you knew.
Chorus
G G/G# A
But these finks don’t walk too well
A bad sense of direction
And so they stumble round in threes
Such a strange collection.
(Verse)
Oh you headless chicken
Can those poor teeth take so much kicking?
You’re always so charming
As you peck your way up there.
(Chorus)
And these finks don’t dress too well
No discrimination
To be a zombie all the time
Requires such dedication.
E A
Oh please, sir will you let it go by
B B6 B
’cos I failed both tests with my legs both tied
In my place the stuff is all there
I’ve been ever so sad for a very long time
My my they wanted the works can you this and that
I never got a letter back
More fool me bless my soul
More fool me bless my soul.
(Verse)
Oh perfect masters
They thrive on disasters
They all look so harmless
Till they find there way up there.
(Chorus)
But dead finks don’t talk too well
They’ve got a shaky sense of diction
It’s not so much a living hell
It’s just a dying fiction.
Then it's something on the 7 6 and 8s of the A and D stirng' listen to the record,
the part's fairly useless anyways.
B6 -
E-4-
B-4-
G-4-
D-4-
A-2-
E-X-
I'm fairly sure it's correct.
Regular Tuning
Verses
Em
Oh cheeky cheeky
Bm
Oh naughty sneeky
D A
You’re so perceptive and I wonder how you knew.
Chorus
G G/G# A
But these finks don’t walk too well
A bad sense of direction
And so they stumble round in threes
Such a strange collection.
(Verse)
Oh you headless chicken
Can those poor teeth take so much kicking?
You’re always so charming
As you peck your way up there.
(Chorus)
And these finks don’t dress too well
No discrimination
To be a zombie all the time
Requires such dedication.
E A
Oh please, sir will you let it go by
B B6 B
’cos I failed both tests with my legs both tied
In my place the stuff is all there
I’ve been ever so sad for a very long time
My my they wanted the works can you this and that
I never got a letter back
More fool me bless my soul
More fool me bless my soul.
(Verse)
Oh perfect masters
They thrive on disasters
They all look so harmless
Till they find there way up there.
(Chorus)
But dead finks don’t talk too well
They’ve got a shaky sense of diction
It’s not so much a living hell
It’s just a dying fiction.
Then it's something on the 7 6 and 8s of the A and D stirng' listen to the record,
the part's fairly useless anyways.
B6 -
E-4-
B-4-
G-4-
D-4-
A-2-
E-X-
I'm fairly sure it's correct.
Brian Mcfadden
Brian Mcknight
Brian Melo
Bribry
Brice Conrad