Biografía:
Caravan es una banda inglesa del área de Canterbury, fundada por algunos de los miembros del grupo Wilde Flowers: Dave Sinclair, Richard Sinclair, Pye Hastings y Richard Coughlan. Caravan alcanzó el éxito durante los años que van de 1968 a los primeros 70 como parte de la escena de Canterbury, combinando el rock psicodélico y el jazz en un sonido propio, cercano al de sus coetáneos Soft Machine. Caravan sigue en activo a comienzos del siglo XXI.
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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!
Intro: 2D E/D
D Am
In the land of grey and pink where only boy-scouts stop to think
Em G
They'll be coming back again, those nasty grumbly grimblies
D Am
And they're climbing down your chimney as they're trying to get in
Em G B
Come to take your money - isn't it a sin, they're so thin
F#m ½D ½Em B
They're black pockets in the sky, don't leave your dad in the rain
F#m ½D ½C 2F#m 2G
Cigarettes burn bright tonight, they'll all get washed down the drain
D Am
So we'll sail away for just one day to the land where the punk weed grows
Em G
Won't need any money, just fingers and your toes
D Am
And when it's dark our boat will park on a land of warm and green
Em G B
Pick our fill of punk weed and smoke it till we bleed, that's all we'll need
F#m ½D ½Em B
While sailing back in morning light, we'll wash our feet in the sea
F#m ½D ½C 2F#m 2G
And when the day gets really bright, we'll go to sea drinking tea
repeat verse instrumentally 2x
repeat first 4 lines of second verse
repeat last 2 lines of first verse
Outro: 2D E/D
D Am
In the land of grey and pink where only boy-scouts stop to think
Em G
They'll be coming back again, those nasty grumbly grimblies
D Am
And they're climbing down your chimney as they're trying to get in
Em G B
Come to take your money - isn't it a sin, they're so thin
F#m ½D ½Em B
They're black pockets in the sky, don't leave your dad in the rain
F#m ½D ½C 2F#m 2G
Cigarettes burn bright tonight, they'll all get washed down the drain
D Am
So we'll sail away for just one day to the land where the punk weed grows
Em G
Won't need any money, just fingers and your toes
D Am
And when it's dark our boat will park on a land of warm and green
Em G B
Pick our fill of punk weed and smoke it till we bleed, that's all we'll need
F#m ½D ½Em B
While sailing back in morning light, we'll wash our feet in the sea
F#m ½D ½C 2F#m 2G
And when the day gets really bright, we'll go to sea drinking tea
repeat verse instrumentally 2x
repeat first 4 lines of second verse
repeat last 2 lines of first verse
Outro: 2D E/D
Carburetor Dung
Carca
Cardboard Cutout (...)
Cardenales
Cardenales Del E (...)
Cari Clara
Caribou
Caribou Mountain (...)
Carice van Houte (...)
Carike Keuzenkam (...)