Biografía:
Hay varios artistas con este nombre.
1. Klaatu fue una banda canadiense de rock progresivo a finales de los años setenta y principios de los ochenta. Su primer álbum, 3:47 EST (titulado Klaatu en Estados Unidos) tenía un estilo muy similar al de los Beatles, particularmente en la canción "Sub-Rosa Subway", además de no contener ninguna clase de información biográfica en su comercialización. Esto propició que se creara el rumor de que se trataba de un proyecto anónimo del cuarteto de Liverpool.
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This is the first song from the Klaatu album "Sir Army Suit". Written by John Woloschuk.
I'm not sure who the vocalist is, but it sounds a lot like Bono to me.
[Verse #1:]
F C Bbdim
It started off a routine day
Dm E7sus4 E
I got through the morning in the usual way
Bbsus2 Bbmb5
I caught the bus on time
Am Am7/G D
Good morning, Mr. Driver, drive
Bb Bbsus2 Bb(b5)
As I sat inside my overcoat I clutched my cane
Am/C Bbdim Dm Am7 F Bb/C
And pressed my nose against the foggy window pane Ho hum
C/E E7 F Bb Bbsus2 Bbm11
The life I lead would even make a dead man yawn
[Verse #2:]
Dm Dm/C
Midday comes
C Bbdim
I break for lunch
Dm Dm7/C E7sus4 E
With my sandwich and a beer I go on a hunch
Bb Bbsus2 Bbmb5
To the park where I hope to find
Am Am/G D
A little bit of peace of mind
Bb Bbsus2 Bb(b5)
As I sat there on a bench amidst the rodent race
Am Bbdim Dm Am7 F Bb/C
I felt a strange sensation that without a trace appeared
C/E C7sus2 E7 F
But then as quickly disappeared again
[Break]
E|--------------------------|
B|------1-3-1---------------|
G|------------3-2-----------|
D|---3------------3-2-------|
A|-3------------------3-2-1-|
E|--------------------------|
[Bridge:]
Bb G6/B G7/B
So tell me what's the bloody point of playing the game
F Am Eb D
With so much to lose yet so little to gain
Bb C7 F
You sell your life away
[Break]
E|--------------------------|
B|------1-3-1---------------|
G|------------3-2-----------|
D|---3------------3-2-------|
A|-3------------------3-2-1-|
E|--------------------------|
Bb G6/B G7/B
Can't you see you're just a cog working like a dog
F Am Eb D
You trade your future for a dead-end job
Bb G7 C
That's full of routine days
C
Routine days
[Verse #3:]
F6 F C Bbdim
I race the clock to the end of my day
Dm Dm7/C E7sus4 E
The paycheck in my pocket makes me feel okay
Bb Bsus2 Bbmb5
But was it worth the grind
Am Am7/G D9 D
Just to keep from falling behind
Bb Bbsus2 Bb(b5)
I stand here in the queue behind a foul cigar
Am Bbdim Dm Am F Bb/C
My face discreetly buried in a book on Mars Hum drum
C/E C7sus2 E7 F Bb Bbsus2 Bbm11 F
And I'm waiting on the pier 'til Charon comes
I'm not sure who the vocalist is, but it sounds a lot like Bono to me.
[Verse #1:]
F C Bbdim
It started off a routine day
Dm E7sus4 E
I got through the morning in the usual way
Bbsus2 Bbmb5
I caught the bus on time
Am Am7/G D
Good morning, Mr. Driver, drive
Bb Bbsus2 Bb(b5)
As I sat inside my overcoat I clutched my cane
Am/C Bbdim Dm Am7 F Bb/C
And pressed my nose against the foggy window pane Ho hum
C/E E7 F Bb Bbsus2 Bbm11
The life I lead would even make a dead man yawn
[Verse #2:]
Dm Dm/C
Midday comes
C Bbdim
I break for lunch
Dm Dm7/C E7sus4 E
With my sandwich and a beer I go on a hunch
Bb Bbsus2 Bbmb5
To the park where I hope to find
Am Am/G D
A little bit of peace of mind
Bb Bbsus2 Bb(b5)
As I sat there on a bench amidst the rodent race
Am Bbdim Dm Am7 F Bb/C
I felt a strange sensation that without a trace appeared
C/E C7sus2 E7 F
But then as quickly disappeared again
[Break]
E|--------------------------|
B|------1-3-1---------------|
G|------------3-2-----------|
D|---3------------3-2-------|
A|-3------------------3-2-1-|
E|--------------------------|
[Bridge:]
Bb G6/B G7/B
So tell me what's the bloody point of playing the game
F Am Eb D
With so much to lose yet so little to gain
Bb C7 F
You sell your life away
[Break]
E|--------------------------|
B|------1-3-1---------------|
G|------------3-2-----------|
D|---3------------3-2-------|
A|-3------------------3-2-1-|
E|--------------------------|
Bb G6/B G7/B
Can't you see you're just a cog working like a dog
F Am Eb D
You trade your future for a dead-end job
Bb G7 C
That's full of routine days
C
Routine days
[Verse #3:]
F6 F C Bbdim
I race the clock to the end of my day
Dm Dm7/C E7sus4 E
The paycheck in my pocket makes me feel okay
Bb Bsus2 Bbmb5
But was it worth the grind
Am Am7/G D9 D
Just to keep from falling behind
Bb Bbsus2 Bb(b5)
I stand here in the queue behind a foul cigar
Am Bbdim Dm Am F Bb/C
My face discreetly buried in a book on Mars Hum drum
C/E C7sus2 E7 F Bb Bbsus2 Bbm11 F
And I'm waiting on the pier 'til Charon comes
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