Biografía:
William Alan Finn (b. February 28, 1952, Boston, Massachusetts) is an award-winning American composer and lyricist, especially of musicals.
William Finn grew up in Natick, Massachusetts with his parents and siblings, Michael and Nancy. He majored in music at Williams College in Williamstown, Massachusetts. He lives with his life partner in New York City and Pittsfield, MA, where he is an independent composer and writer. He is also "Adjunct Faculty Composer/Lyricist" at NYU.
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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]
A
[LISA]
A
Hey, mister!
Hey, you!
G7
What are you looking so sad for?
[ROGER]
Bm
Nothing, really nothing, absolutely nothing
A/B
How about some money?
[LISA]
Bm A
I can’t refuse
Bm
I need new shoes
A
And some pants
G
I need romance
Bm
What about you?
[ROGER]
A
Tonight, after eight long hours he appeared
G
It was worse than the doctor had feared
D F#7
And then the doctor said, “I hoped by now he’d be awake;
Gm6
At least I thought he’d be awake.
Bm
My mistake.”
A D
Then I prodded him and poked him
F#7 Bm
And his mother started crying
G Gm6 D D/C# D/C
And then Rhoda started yelling at the nurse
Bm Gm6 A9 A7(b9) Bm
It was a really lousy day in the universe
[LISA]
A/G
You love him
Too bad
G7
What are you looking surprised for?
[ROGER]
E/D C#m7
We hoped things would turn out better
[LISA]
F#m7 Bm7 D/E
Things don’t get better
E7 G/A
They only seem to
G/B
Then they don’t
C#m7 D
Don’t be surprised
E/D C#m7 F#m7
When life turns out to be
G(9)
A trashy old catastrophe
A/G
And, oh
Hey, mister!
It’s all right
G7
Life is a rotten occasion
[ROGER]
Bm
Let me give you money
[LISA]
Bm
Please forget the money
A/B
Please do not insult me
I’m not amused
[ROGER]
Bm
But it’s therapy
[LISA]
G
I give therapy for free
Bm
I’m just glad to have a client finally
[ROGER]
A D
So I called his name and hugged him
F#7 Bm
But the jerk is in a coma
G Gm6 D D/C# D/C
And his mother hopes he dies if he gets worse
Bm Gm6 A9 A7(b9) Bm
It was a really lousy day in the universe
[LISA]
Bm
They all are
They all are
A
[LISA]
A
Hey, mister!
Hey, you!
G7
What are you looking so sad for?
[ROGER]
Bm
Nothing, really nothing, absolutely nothing
A/B
How about some money?
[LISA]
Bm A
I can’t refuse
Bm
I need new shoes
A
And some pants
G
I need romance
Bm
What about you?
[ROGER]
A
Tonight, after eight long hours he appeared
G
It was worse than the doctor had feared
D F#7
And then the doctor said, “I hoped by now he’d be awake;
Gm6
At least I thought he’d be awake.
Bm
My mistake.”
A D
Then I prodded him and poked him
F#7 Bm
And his mother started crying
G Gm6 D D/C# D/C
And then Rhoda started yelling at the nurse
Bm Gm6 A9 A7(b9) Bm
It was a really lousy day in the universe
[LISA]
A/G
You love him
Too bad
G7
What are you looking surprised for?
[ROGER]
E/D C#m7
We hoped things would turn out better
[LISA]
F#m7 Bm7 D/E
Things don’t get better
E7 G/A
They only seem to
G/B
Then they don’t
C#m7 D
Don’t be surprised
E/D C#m7 F#m7
When life turns out to be
G(9)
A trashy old catastrophe
A/G
And, oh
Hey, mister!
It’s all right
G7
Life is a rotten occasion
[ROGER]
Bm
Let me give you money
[LISA]
Bm
Please forget the money
A/B
Please do not insult me
I’m not amused
[ROGER]
Bm
But it’s therapy
[LISA]
G
I give therapy for free
Bm
I’m just glad to have a client finally
[ROGER]
A D
So I called his name and hugged him
F#7 Bm
But the jerk is in a coma
G Gm6 D D/C# D/C
And his mother hopes he dies if he gets worse
Bm Gm6 A9 A7(b9) Bm
It was a really lousy day in the universe
[LISA]
Bm
They all are
They all are
William Rojas
William Ross
William S. Pitts
William W Walfor (...)
William W. Walfo (...)
Wilson Simonal
Wimps
Winger
Wingnut Dishwash (...)
Wings