Biografía:
Chuck Prophet is an American singer-songwriter, guitarist and producer. A Californian, Prophet first achieved notice in the American rock group Green on Red, with whom he toured and recorded in the 1980s.[1] He has also recorded a number of solo records, and gained prominence as a musician and songwriter.
Chuck Prophet was born in Whittier, California. Prophet's father appears briefly in the 1955 film Blackboard Jungle. After recording one E.P. and eight albums with rock group Green on Red
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Otras canciones:
- Apology
- Countrified Inner City Technological Man
- Dyin All Young
- Ford Econoline
- Guilty As A Saint
- Laughing On The Inside
- Lonely Desolation
- Love Is The Only Thing
- No Other Love
- Pin A Rose On Me
- Post
- Summertime Thing
- The Left Hand And The Right Hand
- They Dont Know About Me And You
- We Got Up And Played
- Willie Mays Is Up At Bat
- Wish Me Luck
¡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!
E D A A E x4 E Esus
E D A E
There used to be a subway right above your head
D A E
My father played for the passers-by on his violin
A G#m F#m E
He burned that box for firewood and he laid his burden down
D A E Esus E
Now I don’t have a father anymore
E D A E
You can take your Norman Rockwells and your teenage billionaires
D A E
With their panic rooms and time machines and vintage rocking chairs
A G#m F#m E
Oh when the moon is rising up behind the pyramids
D A E Esus E
We could be in heaven or in hell
E A B E A B
You could be my savior... I could be yours too
E A B E A B
They say the race is over but they don’t know about me and you
E A B
They don’t know about me and you
F# E B B F# x4
F# E B F#
So take this note to Memphis there’s a woman I once knew
F# E B F#
She’s buried in the catacombs you can lay it on her tomb
B Bbm G#m F#
She taught me how to take a punch and I’ve taken more than my share
E B F# F#sus F#
Now I don’t have a mother anymore
F# B C# F# B C#
Oh but you could be my savior... I could be yours too
F# B C# F# B C#
They say the race is over... but they don’t know about me and you
F# B C#
They don’t know about me and you
F# B C# F# B C#
Well come on... you can be my savior
F# B C# F# B C#
Oh baby, come on... you can be my savior
B Bbm G#m F#
He burned that box for firewood... he laid his burden down
E B F#
Now I don’t have a father anymore
E D A E
There used to be a subway right above your head
D A E
My father played for the passers-by on his violin
A G#m F#m E
He burned that box for firewood and he laid his burden down
D A E Esus E
Now I don’t have a father anymore
E D A E
You can take your Norman Rockwells and your teenage billionaires
D A E
With their panic rooms and time machines and vintage rocking chairs
A G#m F#m E
Oh when the moon is rising up behind the pyramids
D A E Esus E
We could be in heaven or in hell
E A B E A B
You could be my savior... I could be yours too
E A B E A B
They say the race is over but they don’t know about me and you
E A B
They don’t know about me and you
F# E B B F# x4
F# E B F#
So take this note to Memphis there’s a woman I once knew
F# E B F#
She’s buried in the catacombs you can lay it on her tomb
B Bbm G#m F#
She taught me how to take a punch and I’ve taken more than my share
E B F# F#sus F#
Now I don’t have a mother anymore
F# B C# F# B C#
Oh but you could be my savior... I could be yours too
F# B C# F# B C#
They say the race is over... but they don’t know about me and you
F# B C#
They don’t know about me and you
F# B C# F# B C#
Well come on... you can be my savior
F# B C# F# B C#
Oh baby, come on... you can be my savior
B Bbm G#m F#
He burned that box for firewood... he laid his burden down
E B F#
Now I don’t have a father anymore
Chuckamuck
Chuckanut Drive
ChuggaBoom
Chugo Tovar
Chulpi Tostado
Ciara Sotto
Ciaran Lavery
Ciaran McMeeken
Ciaran Murphy
Cibelle