Biografía:
Missouri’s clearest voice since a certain steamboat pilot, Barna Howard is a meticulous craftsman. His are songwriters’ songs, weaving melody, narrative and gravity in ways only the best have. He comes to the listener like some overlooked great, reincarnated for one last shot.
Barna Howard was born and raised in a quintessential Midwest town. His youth in Eureka, Missouri was pure Americana – the sort of childhood that inspired E.T.-era Spielberg – baseball cards in his bicycle spokes
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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!
D A
It was hard to take, what she had to say
Bm G
I fear our love has lost its way
D A
Said the girl I couldn't help but fall for.
G A D
Well, I don't fall much anymore
Sometimes she’d wait, until the bed was made
Then kindly ask if she could stay
To tangle amongst the thorns
But she don't ask much anymore
G A D
And I don't fall much anymore
Bm A
That one day I hope that all can change
D A D
One day I hope to fall, again
G A A7
When I’d get home, she’d be on the phone
She never could stand feeling alone
She'd hang up quick and pin me to the door
But we don't roughhouse anymore
Young was the age, and youth was the place
Still looking forward to yesterday
We were blind, till we reached the shore
So we don't walk that way, anymore
And I don't fall much anymore
That one day I hope that all can change
One day I hope to find love, again
Yeah it was hard to take, what she had to say
I fear our love has lost its way
Said the girl I couldn't help but fall for
Well I don't fall much anymore.
It was hard to take, what she had to say
Bm G
I fear our love has lost its way
D A
Said the girl I couldn't help but fall for.
G A D
Well, I don't fall much anymore
Sometimes she’d wait, until the bed was made
Then kindly ask if she could stay
To tangle amongst the thorns
But she don't ask much anymore
G A D
And I don't fall much anymore
Bm A
That one day I hope that all can change
D A D
One day I hope to fall, again
G A A7
When I’d get home, she’d be on the phone
She never could stand feeling alone
She'd hang up quick and pin me to the door
But we don't roughhouse anymore
Young was the age, and youth was the place
Still looking forward to yesterday
We were blind, till we reached the shore
So we don't walk that way, anymore
And I don't fall much anymore
That one day I hope that all can change
One day I hope to find love, again
Yeah it was hard to take, what she had to say
I fear our love has lost its way
Said the girl I couldn't help but fall for
Well I don't fall much anymore.
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