Biografía:
Acoustic guitar/vocalist, Mischief Brew, and previously the Orphans.
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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!
F#m A
Farewell, good fellows, your ways are not for me
D A D E
Farewell, good fellows, your ways are not for me
F#m A
Rest upon your laurels, glad you found your peace, but
D A D E
Farewell, good fellows, your ways are not for me
F#m
Rapping at the chapel door
A E
Sweeping up an enemy’s floor
F#m
Do not touch or make a sound
A E
Keep your eyes upon the ground
D A
Read your countless volumes
D A
Shunned your many sins
D A
But I cannot find salvation
D E
In the rattlin’ of your tins
Chorus
D A
I wish good to your children
D A
And their own children, too
D A
But your armor will not fit me
D E
Although, fine, it’s suiting you
F#m
A flag is waved, a bomb is thrown
A E
So many names and dates to know
F#m
Books upon the books are stacked
A E
To get something so simple back
D A
We’re talkin’ revolution
D A
But spirals not the spins
D A
Where you fall down, dizzy
D E
And forget where to begin
Chorus
F#m E
Turn your blessings into weapons
Bm C#m
And hold them before your chest
D A
To you and all your comrades
D A
I only wish the best
F#m E
We may not meet again
Bm C#m
For we are treading separate trails
D A
But I’ll cast off and think of you
D E
On seas or roads or rails
Hit chords hard, with power:
F#m E
From chapels to the armies
Bm C#m
Magician to the knave
D A
You either blaze your own trail
D E
Or you’re diggin’ yer own grave
Chorus
End on A
--MiScHiEf BrEw--
Farewell, good fellows, your ways are not for me
D A D E
Farewell, good fellows, your ways are not for me
F#m A
Rest upon your laurels, glad you found your peace, but
D A D E
Farewell, good fellows, your ways are not for me
F#m
Rapping at the chapel door
A E
Sweeping up an enemy’s floor
F#m
Do not touch or make a sound
A E
Keep your eyes upon the ground
D A
Read your countless volumes
D A
Shunned your many sins
D A
But I cannot find salvation
D E
In the rattlin’ of your tins
Chorus
D A
I wish good to your children
D A
And their own children, too
D A
But your armor will not fit me
D E
Although, fine, it’s suiting you
F#m
A flag is waved, a bomb is thrown
A E
So many names and dates to know
F#m
Books upon the books are stacked
A E
To get something so simple back
D A
We’re talkin’ revolution
D A
But spirals not the spins
D A
Where you fall down, dizzy
D E
And forget where to begin
Chorus
F#m E
Turn your blessings into weapons
Bm C#m
And hold them before your chest
D A
To you and all your comrades
D A
I only wish the best
F#m E
We may not meet again
Bm C#m
For we are treading separate trails
D A
But I’ll cast off and think of you
D E
On seas or roads or rails
Hit chords hard, with power:
F#m E
From chapels to the armies
Bm C#m
Magician to the knave
D A
You either blaze your own trail
D E
Or you’re diggin’ yer own grave
Chorus
End on A
--MiScHiEf BrEw--
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