Biografía:
Newfoundland rover Don Brownrigg wants to go far. From the mountains and rivers of the Codroy Valley to his newfound homestead in Halifax, his musical meanderings are catalogued in his Wander Songs debut release.
The album features some of the city's finest, including former Thrush Hermit drummer Benn Ross , Down With The Butterfly 's Kris Pope , radical rhymer Tanya Davis and songbird Jenn Grant . Ottawa's Jim Bryson makes an appearance on electric guitar, too.
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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!
Most of the songs chords play something like this until the chours
C G
e|----------------------------|----------------------------|
B|----1--1--1--1--1--1--1--1--|----0--0--0--0--0--0--0--0--|
G|----0--0--0--0--0--0--0--0--|----0--0--0--0--0--0--0--0--|
D|----------------------------|----------------------------|
A|--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3----|----------------------------|
E|----------------------------|--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3----|
[Verse 1]
C
A picture of yourself
C
Armed with all you'll know
C
Stabbing through the dark
C
For a place to go
G
It's the pages, it's the past
C
It's the roots that trip that grow
C
Search yourself for something
C
For something you've not done
C
Bothered off and living
C
A life of your own
G
In the city where convenience
C
Is the throw of a stone
[Chours]
Am G F C
How are you supposed to know
Am G F C
How you are supposed to go
Am G F C
Am G F Am
[Verse 2]
C
So you take to livin'
C
Livin' is all you've got
C
Dodge the fake and fiending
C
And all the things you're not
G
All the love you'd give
C
But your heart's still un-caught
[Chours]
Am G F C
How are you supposed to know
Am G F C
How you are supposed to go
Am G F C
How are you supposed to know
Am G F C
How you are supposed to go
[Interlude]
Am C F
If you'd take the time to cut once you measure twice
Am C F
To find out the best things to know
Am C F
A dream in rewind like you're a man of the mice
Am C F
To find out the best way to go, Wouldn't that be nice,
Fm
if you could cut once you measured twice?
[Chours]
Am G F C
How are you supposed to know
Am G F C
How you are supposed to go
Am G F C
How are you supposed to know
Am G F C
How you are supposed to go
C G
e|----------------------------|----------------------------|
B|----1--1--1--1--1--1--1--1--|----0--0--0--0--0--0--0--0--|
G|----0--0--0--0--0--0--0--0--|----0--0--0--0--0--0--0--0--|
D|----------------------------|----------------------------|
A|--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3----|----------------------------|
E|----------------------------|--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3----|
[Verse 1]
C
A picture of yourself
C
Armed with all you'll know
C
Stabbing through the dark
C
For a place to go
G
It's the pages, it's the past
C
It's the roots that trip that grow
C
Search yourself for something
C
For something you've not done
C
Bothered off and living
C
A life of your own
G
In the city where convenience
C
Is the throw of a stone
[Chours]
Am G F C
How are you supposed to know
Am G F C
How you are supposed to go
Am G F C
Am G F Am
[Verse 2]
C
So you take to livin'
C
Livin' is all you've got
C
Dodge the fake and fiending
C
And all the things you're not
G
All the love you'd give
C
But your heart's still un-caught
[Chours]
Am G F C
How are you supposed to know
Am G F C
How you are supposed to go
Am G F C
How are you supposed to know
Am G F C
How you are supposed to go
[Interlude]
Am C F
If you'd take the time to cut once you measure twice
Am C F
To find out the best things to know
Am C F
A dream in rewind like you're a man of the mice
Am C F
To find out the best way to go, Wouldn't that be nice,
Fm
if you could cut once you measured twice?
[Chours]
Am G F C
How are you supposed to know
Am G F C
How you are supposed to go
Am G F C
How are you supposed to know
Am G F C
How you are supposed to go
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