Biografía:
Gibson Brothers es un grupo de música procedente de Martinica. Sus más grandes éxitos fueron, Qué Será Mi Vida (un número cinco en el UK Singles Chart de Gran Bretaña), Cuba y Mariana.
Ellos mismos definen su género como "disco salsa", al hacer una mezcla de sonidos latinos con música disco. Su más grande momento de fama, fue a finales de los setenta y principios de los ochenta.
La banda estaba compuesta por los hermanos Chris (vocalista frontal, percusión), Patrick (vocales, batería) y Alex (vocales, teclados).
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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]
C F G
[Verse 1]
C F
He went up on the mountain, to hear the old man play,
G C
and everything about him was steeped in the old time way.
C F
The sound he made was stirring, it was magic it was fun,
G C
when asked what it was called back when he smiled and he said son.
[Chorus]
G
They called it music. In the church house in the fields,
F C
it was honest it was simple and it helped the hard times heal.
G F
It was music, they sang it deep down in the mines, in dark
C G C
and lonesome prison cells, behind battle lines. They called it music.
[Verse 2]
C F
Our fathers fathers fiddle tunes on Saturdays in town,
G C
stayed in our heads and hearts all week, until it came back around.
C F
I swear the ghosts are with me, I can feel them when I play.
G C
It wasn't all about the money like it is today.
[Chorus]
G
They called it music. In the church house in the fields,
F C
it was honest it was simple and it helped the hard times heal.
G F
It was music, they sang it deep down in the mines, in dark
C G C
and lonesome prison cells, behind battle lines. They called it music.
[Verse 3]
C F
Oh he didn't need to read a word, to memorize a hymn,
G C
way down in your soul you know a seed was sown in then.
C F
There's a power in those old songs, I hope will never fade.
G C
Some love em' like their children and don't let them get away.
[Chorus]
G
They called it music. In the church house in the fields,
F C
it was honest it was simple and it helped the hard times heal.
G F
It was music, they sang it deep down in the mines, in dark
C G C
and lonesome prison cells, behind battle lines. They called it music.
C F G
[Verse 1]
C F
He went up on the mountain, to hear the old man play,
G C
and everything about him was steeped in the old time way.
C F
The sound he made was stirring, it was magic it was fun,
G C
when asked what it was called back when he smiled and he said son.
[Chorus]
G
They called it music. In the church house in the fields,
F C
it was honest it was simple and it helped the hard times heal.
G F
It was music, they sang it deep down in the mines, in dark
C G C
and lonesome prison cells, behind battle lines. They called it music.
[Verse 2]
C F
Our fathers fathers fiddle tunes on Saturdays in town,
G C
stayed in our heads and hearts all week, until it came back around.
C F
I swear the ghosts are with me, I can feel them when I play.
G C
It wasn't all about the money like it is today.
[Chorus]
G
They called it music. In the church house in the fields,
F C
it was honest it was simple and it helped the hard times heal.
G F
It was music, they sang it deep down in the mines, in dark
C G C
and lonesome prison cells, behind battle lines. They called it music.
[Verse 3]
C F
Oh he didn't need to read a word, to memorize a hymn,
G C
way down in your soul you know a seed was sown in then.
C F
There's a power in those old songs, I hope will never fade.
G C
Some love em' like their children and don't let them get away.
[Chorus]
G
They called it music. In the church house in the fields,
F C
it was honest it was simple and it helped the hard times heal.
G F
It was music, they sang it deep down in the mines, in dark
C G C
and lonesome prison cells, behind battle lines. They called it music.
Gigaboys
Giganti
Gigi Finizio
Gigliola Cinquet (...)
Gigolo Aunts
Gilberto Rojas
Gilberto Santa R (...)
Gilberto Santa-R (...)
Gilberto Valenzu (...)
Gilby Clarke