Biografía:
Kimya Dawson (17 de Noviembre, 1972) es una cantautora norteamericana, miembro del grupo The Moldy Peaches junto a Adam Green, que ha realizado una interesante carrera en solitario.
Su música y los arreglos de las canciones son bastante sencillos, sirviendo de acompañamiento perfecto a las historias que nos canta Kimya. Cada una de sus canciones son cuentos, aventuras, sueños...deliciosos momentos.
Varias de sus canciones fueron incluidas dentro de la banda sonora de la película "Juno".
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Otras canciones:
- All I Could Do
- Alphabutt
- Blue Like Nevermind
- Hold My Hand
- I Like Giants
- I Love You Sweet Baby
- I Miss You
- Loose Lips
- My Mom
- My Rollercoaster
- So Nice So Smart
- The Competition
- Time To Think
- Tire Swing
- Tree Hugger
- Underground
- We're All Animals
- Will You Be Me?
- You Love Me
- 12 26
- Angels And Seagulls
- Anthrax
- Being Cool
- Better Weather
- Bobby
- Caving In
- Chemistry
- Daniel Baby Boy
- Driving Driving Driving
- Eleventeen
- Everything Is Alright
- Fire
- France
- Great Crap
- Hadlock Padlock
- Happy Home Keep On Writing
- I Like My Bike
- I Will Never Forget
- Little Panda Bear
- Lullaby For The Taken
- Miami Advice
- Moving On
- My Bike
- My Heroes
- Nobodys Hippie
- Parade
- Raining
- Regulator Bad Brains
- Reminders Of Then
- Rocks With Holes
- Same Shit Complicated
- Seven Hungry Tigers
- Singing Machine
- Solid And Strong
- Sunbeams And Some Beans
- The Beer
- Trump Style
- Utopian Futures
- Velvet Rabbit
- Viva La Persistence
- Walk Like Thunder
- Wandering Daughter
- Were All Animals
- Will You Be Me
- Year 10
¡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!
Accents on strumming pattern are bass notes played with the thumb.
[Intro]
Am G Am G Am
Am
You were looking down at them, they were looking down at you.
G Am
You were starched and press, they were all disheveled.
They were holding hands, they were ragamuffins and
G Am
They said "I know we're not fancy, but we're on the same level.
G
We've got plans, big plans we're gonna change the world.
Am
All you care about is dollars, that doesn't make sense.
G
All you do is hit snooze, watch the news, buy shoes, drink booze, make
Money, feel spent.
Am
Day after day after day, it's the same shit.
G
Day after day after day, it's the same shit.
Am
Day after day after day, it's the same shit.
G Am
Day after day after day after day after day."
Then you look at them without batting an eye and say
G Am
"Hey little hippie, let your freak flag fly.
Why don't you go smoke a bowl in your best tie dye,
G Am
Get a tattoo of a dancing bear holding a peace sign.
You can talk the talk but when it comes to real change,
G
Aren't you and all your little friends exactly the same?
Am
You sit around at potlucks pointing fingers, placing blame,
G
Drinking kombucha, and eating tempeh.
Am
Day after day after day, it's the same shit.
G
Day after day after day, it's the same shit.
Am
Day after day after day, it's the same shit.
G Am
Day after day after day after day after day."
If you are judging them while they are judging you,
G Am
And you think that makes them assholes, maybe you're an asshole too.
Do we argue with each other 'til we both turn blue,
G Am
Or find similarities in what we like and what we do?
Yeah, just because someone does not look like me
G
Doesn't mean that they are a clone or a sheep.
Am
Maybe they like their job and they're living their dream,
G Am
And they love their friends and their family.
Some people thrive between nine and five,
G
And feel like they're choking if their neck's not tied.
Am
And some people feel as if they're gonna die
G Am
If their seams aren't straight and their shoes aren't tied.
Some people like business, some people like numbers,
G
Some people grow organic heirloom cucumbers,
Am
And only feel free with their hands in the dirt
G
In a pair of old jeans and their favorite t-shirt
Am
Some people feel enslaved when they have a boss,
G
Some people without one feel totally lost.
Am
To make this world work it takes all different kinds.
G
We have all different tastes, different strengths, different minds,
Am
So it doesn't make sense to generalize
G
And it doesn't make sense to judge with our eyes.
Am
We need more compassion, we need to be kind
G
If you open your heart you might like what you find.
Am
'Cause there are some mean bus drivers, but there's some nice bus drivers
G
And there are some nice cops in Madison, Wisconsin.
Am
And there's some nice teachers, and there's some mean teachers,
G
Just because you have a mean teacher doesn't mean all teachers suck.
Am
And no one is nice all the time, no one is mean all the time
G
Think about what someone's going through that's making them be mean to you
Am
Maybe their pet gerbil died and they are really sad inside,
G
Or maybe they got in a fight with someone that they really like,
Am
Maybe they are really shy and don't know to socialize
G
They just want to run and hide, not saying that it's justified
Am
But if we learn to empathize the resentments will vaporize
G
Situations metamorphize before out very eyes.
Am G
Then the need to stereotype will become outdated when we realize everyone
Is really complicated.
Am
We are all so complicated, we are all so complicated
G
I am also complicated, I am also complicated
Am
I'm a black mama lactivist, a home-owning punk.
G
It's been over a decade since the last time I got drunk.
Am
I drive a minivan, I've got junk in the trunk.
G
I think Danny Devito is a total hunk.
Am
I like revisiting the shit my therapist helps me remember.
G
Being friends with someone for a long time, still not knowing their gender.
Am
I fight for equal rights and I fight for inner peace.
G
I pray to the dead for the gratitude I need.
Am
I've got chickens in my backyard and a little garden plot,
G
I really hate commercials but I got a slap-chop.
Am
I'm a sucker for a remix, let me tell you what,
G
By the time that I am finished, you're gonna love these nuts.
Am
I'm a little bit pop culture, a lot bit D.I.Y.,
G
I don't know the definition of T.M.I.
Am
I write poems about my period, post pictures of my log,
G
If you don't like body functions then you shouldn't read my blog.
Am
My husband's a musician from the mountains in France,
G
He wrote me a song, we did interpretive dance,
Am
Then he knocked me up, now we have the coolest kid,
G
Yeah, hooking up with him's the smartest thing I ever did.
Am
Now I feel like I can fly when I'm on roller skates,
G
I feel a little high when I eat dried dates,
Am
I feel like i'm unloading when i'm loading up the car
G
I feel like i'm exploding when I play my guitar
Am
I don't understand what numbers have to do with success
G
Or what sales have to do with? happiness,
Am
Unless they're the kind of sails that will carry me to sea,
G
Where my grandma and grandpa are waiting for me.
Am G
I never thought I'd make it to 25, now I'm 37 and I'm glad that I'm alive.
Am
If I ever need a tour bus I'm still gonna drive,
G Am
Cause I like looking out the windshield as the world goes by,
Looking out the windshield as the world goes by.
G
Looking out the windshield as the world goes by.
Am
Now I'm 37 and I'm glad that I'm alive
G Am
And I like looking out the windshield as the world goes by.
[Intro]
Am G Am G Am
Am
You were looking down at them, they were looking down at you.
G Am
You were starched and press, they were all disheveled.
They were holding hands, they were ragamuffins and
G Am
They said "I know we're not fancy, but we're on the same level.
G
We've got plans, big plans we're gonna change the world.
Am
All you care about is dollars, that doesn't make sense.
G
All you do is hit snooze, watch the news, buy shoes, drink booze, make
Money, feel spent.
Am
Day after day after day, it's the same shit.
G
Day after day after day, it's the same shit.
Am
Day after day after day, it's the same shit.
G Am
Day after day after day after day after day."
Then you look at them without batting an eye and say
G Am
"Hey little hippie, let your freak flag fly.
Why don't you go smoke a bowl in your best tie dye,
G Am
Get a tattoo of a dancing bear holding a peace sign.
You can talk the talk but when it comes to real change,
G
Aren't you and all your little friends exactly the same?
Am
You sit around at potlucks pointing fingers, placing blame,
G
Drinking kombucha, and eating tempeh.
Am
Day after day after day, it's the same shit.
G
Day after day after day, it's the same shit.
Am
Day after day after day, it's the same shit.
G Am
Day after day after day after day after day."
If you are judging them while they are judging you,
G Am
And you think that makes them assholes, maybe you're an asshole too.
Do we argue with each other 'til we both turn blue,
G Am
Or find similarities in what we like and what we do?
Yeah, just because someone does not look like me
G
Doesn't mean that they are a clone or a sheep.
Am
Maybe they like their job and they're living their dream,
G Am
And they love their friends and their family.
Some people thrive between nine and five,
G
And feel like they're choking if their neck's not tied.
Am
And some people feel as if they're gonna die
G Am
If their seams aren't straight and their shoes aren't tied.
Some people like business, some people like numbers,
G
Some people grow organic heirloom cucumbers,
Am
And only feel free with their hands in the dirt
G
In a pair of old jeans and their favorite t-shirt
Am
Some people feel enslaved when they have a boss,
G
Some people without one feel totally lost.
Am
To make this world work it takes all different kinds.
G
We have all different tastes, different strengths, different minds,
Am
So it doesn't make sense to generalize
G
And it doesn't make sense to judge with our eyes.
Am
We need more compassion, we need to be kind
G
If you open your heart you might like what you find.
Am
'Cause there are some mean bus drivers, but there's some nice bus drivers
G
And there are some nice cops in Madison, Wisconsin.
Am
And there's some nice teachers, and there's some mean teachers,
G
Just because you have a mean teacher doesn't mean all teachers suck.
Am
And no one is nice all the time, no one is mean all the time
G
Think about what someone's going through that's making them be mean to you
Am
Maybe their pet gerbil died and they are really sad inside,
G
Or maybe they got in a fight with someone that they really like,
Am
Maybe they are really shy and don't know to socialize
G
They just want to run and hide, not saying that it's justified
Am
But if we learn to empathize the resentments will vaporize
G
Situations metamorphize before out very eyes.
Am G
Then the need to stereotype will become outdated when we realize everyone
Is really complicated.
Am
We are all so complicated, we are all so complicated
G
I am also complicated, I am also complicated
Am
I'm a black mama lactivist, a home-owning punk.
G
It's been over a decade since the last time I got drunk.
Am
I drive a minivan, I've got junk in the trunk.
G
I think Danny Devito is a total hunk.
Am
I like revisiting the shit my therapist helps me remember.
G
Being friends with someone for a long time, still not knowing their gender.
Am
I fight for equal rights and I fight for inner peace.
G
I pray to the dead for the gratitude I need.
Am
I've got chickens in my backyard and a little garden plot,
G
I really hate commercials but I got a slap-chop.
Am
I'm a sucker for a remix, let me tell you what,
G
By the time that I am finished, you're gonna love these nuts.
Am
I'm a little bit pop culture, a lot bit D.I.Y.,
G
I don't know the definition of T.M.I.
Am
I write poems about my period, post pictures of my log,
G
If you don't like body functions then you shouldn't read my blog.
Am
My husband's a musician from the mountains in France,
G
He wrote me a song, we did interpretive dance,
Am
Then he knocked me up, now we have the coolest kid,
G
Yeah, hooking up with him's the smartest thing I ever did.
Am
Now I feel like I can fly when I'm on roller skates,
G
I feel a little high when I eat dried dates,
Am
I feel like i'm unloading when i'm loading up the car
G
I feel like i'm exploding when I play my guitar
Am
I don't understand what numbers have to do with success
G
Or what sales have to do with? happiness,
Am
Unless they're the kind of sails that will carry me to sea,
G
Where my grandma and grandpa are waiting for me.
Am G
I never thought I'd make it to 25, now I'm 37 and I'm glad that I'm alive.
Am
If I ever need a tour bus I'm still gonna drive,
G Am
Cause I like looking out the windshield as the world goes by,
Looking out the windshield as the world goes by.
G
Looking out the windshield as the world goes by.
Am
Now I'm 37 and I'm glad that I'm alive
G Am
And I like looking out the windshield as the world goes by.
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