Biografía:
El cantautor holandés establecido en Amsterdam Lucky Fonz III, cuyo nombre de nacimiento fue puesto en 1981 como Otto Wichers, está profundamente arraigado a la tradición de la canción americana: desde Cash y Dylan a Bright Eyes y Will Oldham. Después de un corto periodo como pianista, Dj y músico callejero, empezó a interpretar la música folk tradicional mientras vivía en Edimburgo, Escocia. De vuelta a Holanda se convirtió en el intèrprete y letrista habitual en la próspera escena folk alternativa de Amsterdam.
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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!
A E A
Once I was a lady, dressed in black and blue
A B E
Used to walk the boulevard, cause that's what ladies do
A D A
My nails were always polished, my secrets always hid
A E A
I just did whatever it was that all the other ladies did
at nighttime around my bedside I keep a million lights
one for every soldier who fought the war and died
for my husband is a landlord whose eyes are full of greed
and his army full of young men whom he never even sees
F#m D
But now I am somebody else with golden books upon my shelves and diamonds
A
on my mind
F#m
Strolling through the woods at night to find the little bits of light
D E
others leave behind
A E A
Once I was a soldier in the army of some lord
A B E
I have never even seen him, I just got paid to hold his sword
A D A
I kept my armour shiny and I kept my secrets hid
A E A
and whatever I was told to do, that is what I did
A E A
when I think about it now it's hard for me to say
A B E
whether I had a choice in life to do the things my way
A D A
because by the time I heard about that lady's bedside state
A E A
I had already gone far too far, it was already too late
F#m D
But now I am somebody else with golden books upon my shelves and diamonds
A
on my mind
F#m
Strolling through the woods at night to find the little bits of light
D E
others leave behind
A E A
Once I was a student, I had to pick up my degree
A B
And I thought about the years gone by, the years that numbered
E
three
A D
How things that had seemed important turned out to be a joke
A E A
And things that had seemed natural had all gone up in smoke
Earlier a crowd had come to see me win my prize
I felt like I deserved it, it was justice in my eyes
but the only thing that I could think was 'what am I gonna do?
when all of this is over, when my days of hope are through?'
F#m D
But now I am somebody else with golden books upon my shelves and diamonds
A
on my mind
F#m
Strolling through the woods at night to find the little bits of light
D E
others leave behind
Once I was a lady, dressed in black and blue
A B E
Used to walk the boulevard, cause that's what ladies do
A D A
My nails were always polished, my secrets always hid
A E A
I just did whatever it was that all the other ladies did
at nighttime around my bedside I keep a million lights
one for every soldier who fought the war and died
for my husband is a landlord whose eyes are full of greed
and his army full of young men whom he never even sees
F#m D
But now I am somebody else with golden books upon my shelves and diamonds
A
on my mind
F#m
Strolling through the woods at night to find the little bits of light
D E
others leave behind
A E A
Once I was a soldier in the army of some lord
A B E
I have never even seen him, I just got paid to hold his sword
A D A
I kept my armour shiny and I kept my secrets hid
A E A
and whatever I was told to do, that is what I did
A E A
when I think about it now it's hard for me to say
A B E
whether I had a choice in life to do the things my way
A D A
because by the time I heard about that lady's bedside state
A E A
I had already gone far too far, it was already too late
F#m D
But now I am somebody else with golden books upon my shelves and diamonds
A
on my mind
F#m
Strolling through the woods at night to find the little bits of light
D E
others leave behind
A E A
Once I was a student, I had to pick up my degree
A B
And I thought about the years gone by, the years that numbered
E
three
A D
How things that had seemed important turned out to be a joke
A E A
And things that had seemed natural had all gone up in smoke
Earlier a crowd had come to see me win my prize
I felt like I deserved it, it was justice in my eyes
but the only thing that I could think was 'what am I gonna do?
when all of this is over, when my days of hope are through?'
F#m D
But now I am somebody else with golden books upon my shelves and diamonds
A
on my mind
F#m
Strolling through the woods at night to find the little bits of light
D E
others leave behind
Lucky Twice
Lucy Angel
Lucy Kaplansky
Lucy May Walker
Lucy Peach
Ludovic Bourgeoi (...)
Ludvig Moon
Ludwig Hirsch
luhx.
Luie Hond