Biografía:
John Edmund Andrew Phillips (30 de agosto de 1935 - 18 de marzo de 2001), fue un cantante, guitarrista, escritor y compositor de los Estados Unidos. Conocido como "Papa" John, fue el líder y compositor de la mayoría de las canciones de The Mamas & the Papas. Es padre de Jeffrey Phillips, Mackenzie Phillips, Chynna Phillips, Tamerlane Phillips, y Bijou Phillips.
La primera banda de Phillips fue The Journeymen, un trío dedicado a la música folk.
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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!
Cup of Tea
Am Dm G C
Invisible company, a house of smoke and stale perfume
Am Dm G C
She makes her seventh cup of tea, I stalk desperately from room to room
Am Dm G C
Like two strangers on a train, neither one will hardly speak
Am Dm G C C7
I dreamt a dream of old Havana, she played the blues upon my grand piano
Chorus:
F G C G Am Dm A7
You skyjack my soul, hijack my screams, kidnap my baby, so handsome
F G C G Am
You’ve stolen my bank (?) million dollar dreams
Dm G C
Demanding my life as your ransom
Stamped her foot, clinched her fist, closed her face and slashed her wrist
I pretend (?), the little (?) bee around my lotus
Which that we could travel more, life’s become a bloody bore
It would be so nice to everyone, we’ve never been on holiday
Chorus
Little sailor lost in space, navigating through the storms
How I hope that you will find a place where you can heel the scars
Chorus
by: José Duarte
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Am Dm G C
Invisible company, a house of smoke and stale perfume
Am Dm G C
She makes her seventh cup of tea, I stalk desperately from room to room
Am Dm G C
Like two strangers on a train, neither one will hardly speak
Am Dm G C C7
I dreamt a dream of old Havana, she played the blues upon my grand piano
Chorus:
F G C G Am Dm A7
You skyjack my soul, hijack my screams, kidnap my baby, so handsome
F G C G Am
You’ve stolen my bank (?) million dollar dreams
Dm G C
Demanding my life as your ransom
Stamped her foot, clinched her fist, closed her face and slashed her wrist
I pretend (?), the little (?) bee around my lotus
Which that we could travel more, life’s become a bloody bore
It would be so nice to everyone, we’ve never been on holiday
Chorus
Little sailor lost in space, navigating through the storms
How I hope that you will find a place where you can heel the scars
Chorus
by: José Duarte
[email protected]
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