Biografía:
Ian Hunter (Shropshire, Inglaterra, 3 de junio de 1939) es un cantante y compositor inglés, conocido por liderar la banda de rock Mott the Hoople desde su creación en 1969 hasta su disolución en 1974. Ian Hunter ya era músico y compositor antes de su etapa con Mott the Hoople, y después de dejar la banda, desilusionado por el éxito comercial, prosiguió su carrera en solitario, colaborando a menudo con el guitarrista Mick Ronson, famoso por
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Otras canciones:
- 3000 Miles From Here
- All American Alien Boy
- All Of The Good Ones Are Taken
- American Music
- Apathy 83
- Arms And Legs
- Boy
- Brainwashed
- Central Park N West
- Dead Man Walking East Enders
- God Take 1
- Irene Wilde
- Just Another Night
- Knees Of My Heart
- Letter To Britannia From The Union Jack
- My Revolution
- Now Is The Time
- Restless Youth
- Ships
- Silver Needles
- Something To Believe In
- Standin In My Light
- The Outsider
- Twisted Steel
- Wash Us Away
- Who Do You Love
- Wild East
¡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]
Em G Em G
Em G Em G
[Verse 1]
Em G Em G
I'm standing on the edge of Vesuvius, my mouth is running dry
Em G Em G
Drunk on wine and wisdom, giving it all away
Am Am/G Am/F# G
Old enough to hate tomorrow, young enough not to know where to run
G D/F# Em D C D G
Oh, there ain't no rock and roll no more, just the music of the young
[Chorus]
Em G Em G
And it's, apathy for the devil. Apathy for the devil
Em G C D G
Apathy for the devil, and apathy for some
[Verse 2]
Em G Em G
The moon shines brightly on some summer lawn, and envy caught like a leaf
Em G Em G
Comes floating down upon this frozen desert sand, spitting bullets through the night
Am Am/G Am/F# G
The siren wails on the ambulance, compassion touches my head and it bleeds
G D/F# Em D C D G
Oh, there ain't no rock and roll no more, just the sickly sound of greed
[Chorus]
Em G Em G
And it's, apathy for the devil. Apathy for the devil
Em G C D G
Apathy for the devil, and apathy for the creed
[Bridge]
Am C G D/F# Em C G/B
No more gardens for the gardenless. No more havens for the havenless
Am C G D/F# Em C G
No more helpers for the helplessness. No more somethings for a less
C G C G
For the law is now the lawless, and the flaw is now the flawless
C G C G
And the crime is now accepted, and the criminal respected
C G C G
And now evil gets elected, and now sinful get selected
C G C G
See a president proven rotten, now officially forgotten
D B Em
Was it your General Sheridan who once said "The only good, good man is a dead good man." It was not me babe
N.C. Em G Em G
I just said keep your head `n your bread well down under them floorboards, keyboards
[Interlude]
Em G Em G
Em G Em G
[Verse 3]
Em G Em G
And you, you look like you've gone with the wind, running naked through the streets
Em G Em G
Wired out, tired out, transcendental mental, only laughing in your sleep
Am Am/G Am/F# G
Nostalgia is starting to focus too late, imagination is starting to itch
G D/F# Em D C D G
Oh, there ain't no rock and roll no more, just the music of the rich
[Chorus]
Em G Em G
And then it's, apathy for the devil. Apathy for the devil
Em G C D G
Apathy for the devil. Apathy's at fever pitch
[Outro]
G C G C
Em G Em G
Em G Em G
[Verse 1]
Em G Em G
I'm standing on the edge of Vesuvius, my mouth is running dry
Em G Em G
Drunk on wine and wisdom, giving it all away
Am Am/G Am/F# G
Old enough to hate tomorrow, young enough not to know where to run
G D/F# Em D C D G
Oh, there ain't no rock and roll no more, just the music of the young
[Chorus]
Em G Em G
And it's, apathy for the devil. Apathy for the devil
Em G C D G
Apathy for the devil, and apathy for some
[Verse 2]
Em G Em G
The moon shines brightly on some summer lawn, and envy caught like a leaf
Em G Em G
Comes floating down upon this frozen desert sand, spitting bullets through the night
Am Am/G Am/F# G
The siren wails on the ambulance, compassion touches my head and it bleeds
G D/F# Em D C D G
Oh, there ain't no rock and roll no more, just the sickly sound of greed
[Chorus]
Em G Em G
And it's, apathy for the devil. Apathy for the devil
Em G C D G
Apathy for the devil, and apathy for the creed
[Bridge]
Am C G D/F# Em C G/B
No more gardens for the gardenless. No more havens for the havenless
Am C G D/F# Em C G
No more helpers for the helplessness. No more somethings for a less
C G C G
For the law is now the lawless, and the flaw is now the flawless
C G C G
And the crime is now accepted, and the criminal respected
C G C G
And now evil gets elected, and now sinful get selected
C G C G
See a president proven rotten, now officially forgotten
D B Em
Was it your General Sheridan who once said "The only good, good man is a dead good man." It was not me babe
N.C. Em G Em G
I just said keep your head `n your bread well down under them floorboards, keyboards
[Interlude]
Em G Em G
Em G Em G
[Verse 3]
Em G Em G
And you, you look like you've gone with the wind, running naked through the streets
Em G Em G
Wired out, tired out, transcendental mental, only laughing in your sleep
Am Am/G Am/F# G
Nostalgia is starting to focus too late, imagination is starting to itch
G D/F# Em D C D G
Oh, there ain't no rock and roll no more, just the music of the rich
[Chorus]
Em G Em G
And then it's, apathy for the devil. Apathy for the devil
Em G C D G
Apathy for the devil. Apathy's at fever pitch
[Outro]
G C G C
Ian McIntosh
Ian McKinney
Ian McNabb
Ian Merrigan
Ian Michael G Pi (...)
Ian Tamblyn
Ian Thomas
Ian Turpie
Ian Tyson
Ian Van Dahl