Biografía:
Bill Callahan, el hombre que hasta el 2007 se ha escondido tras el nombre de Smog para editar su música, se encuentra entre los grandes renovadores del rock estadounidense de las últimas dos décadas. Su último disco como Smog, "A River Ain't Too Much to Love", puede que no llegue a la altura de "Red Apple Falls" o "Knock Knock", quizás sus dos mejores obras, pero mantiene el listón muy alto gracias a unas composiciones a las que ha despojado casi por completo de arreglos y, sin embargo, siguen mostrándose poderosas.
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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!
Smog : BLOOD RED BIRD (FROM: RED APPLE FALLS)
(Tabbed by Jos Winters and Roelof Sijpersma)
Chords:
F#m: 244222
G#m: 466444
C#m: 446654
F#m G#m C#m
I was not woken by the rooster
(the chords stay the
F#m G#m C#m
Nor by the crows's tough song
F#m G#m
But the midnight cry
C#m F#m
Of a blood red bird
G#m C#m
Brought this sleeplessness on
F#m G#m
Threw open the window
C#m
Moonlight on a Black garden of thorns
F#m G#m C#m
And the cool wind on my sweat
F#m
What cries home
G#m C#m
Where cries from
F#m G#m C#m
A blood red bird lies in the woods
F#m G#m C#m
Weeping into dead leaves
F#m G#m C#m
With wing thorn and jutting bone
F#m G#m C#m
What hand bent it to bust
To be useless
What hand I could have done it
With two fingers
A blood red bird
A blood red bird
We can continually sink into
Each other
Just deep enough to rip out
A bit more flesh
When we move away
A scarf of skin trailing out behind
Like an arrow
I was only passing through
A blood red bird
A blood red bird
(Tabbed by Jos Winters and Roelof Sijpersma)
Chords:
F#m: 244222
G#m: 466444
C#m: 446654
F#m G#m C#m
I was not woken by the rooster
(the chords stay the
F#m G#m C#m
Nor by the crows's tough song
F#m G#m
But the midnight cry
C#m F#m
Of a blood red bird
G#m C#m
Brought this sleeplessness on
F#m G#m
Threw open the window
C#m
Moonlight on a Black garden of thorns
F#m G#m C#m
And the cool wind on my sweat
F#m
What cries home
G#m C#m
Where cries from
F#m G#m C#m
A blood red bird lies in the woods
F#m G#m C#m
Weeping into dead leaves
F#m G#m C#m
With wing thorn and jutting bone
F#m G#m C#m
What hand bent it to bust
To be useless
What hand I could have done it
With two fingers
A blood red bird
A blood red bird
We can continually sink into
Each other
Just deep enough to rip out
A bit more flesh
When we move away
A scarf of skin trailing out behind
Like an arrow
I was only passing through
A blood red bird
A blood red bird
Sñ Bikini
Snail Mail
Snap
Snarky Puppy
Snatam Kaur
Snsd
Snø
So Many Wizards
Soan
Soapdish