Biografía:
Dave y Serge Bielanko (son hermanos) crean MARAH en Filadelfía.
Publican como primer disco "Let's Cut The Crap...", un album casi acústico repleto de grandes canciones bañadas en fuego, sudor y alcohol.
Steve Earle se obsesiona con ellos, los ficha para su sello, y acto seguido graban "Kids In Philly", su primera obra maestra. Son inclasificables, un grupo de Rock con toques roots pero con la energía de una banda de Punk.
Su fama de gran grupo de directo corre de boca en boca, sus fans matarían por ellos.
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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!
Round Eye Blues
(Dave and Serge Bielanko)
From "Kids In Philly" by Marah
Main Progression : E C#m A B
[Verse]
E
Last night I closed my eyes and watched the tracers fly,
C#m
through the jungle trees
A
like fireflies on a windy night
B
pulled up and onward by the breeze
E
and I can still here the far-off, tin canny sounds
C#m
of their machine guns come unwound
A
And I was shaking like Little Richard
B
And I was sweating like ol’ James Brown
E
Over by my window sill the moon was still
C#m
on my cigarettes and wine
A
sometimes there's where I pray to Jesus
B
sometimes there's where I pray to die
E
but I could still sense the circling danger
C#m
of those invisible bastards of the piss-hot day
A
And I was shakin' with ol’ Proud Mary
B
And I was sittin' on the Dock of the Bay
[Chorus]
E
Take the hits boys take the hits
C#m
don't smoke your Bible and don't lose your wits
A
'cause the sky is filled with shrapnel
B
And your eyes are filled with tears
E
Hold your breath boys, hold your breath
C#m
finger your trigger and welcome death
A
'cause the choppers' filled with your gut-shot friends
B
and your hearts are filled with fear
[Verse]
E
The fables tell of men who fell
C#m
with swords dangling from their chests
A
and the old guys down at the taproom swear
B
the Japs could kill you best
E
But late at night I could still hear the cries
C#m
of three black guys I seen take it in the face
A
I think about them sweet Motown girls they left behind
B
and the assholes that took their place
[Chorus]
E
Take the hits boys take the hits
C#m
don't smoke your Bible and don't lose your wits
A
'cause the sky is filled with shrapnel
B
And your eyes are filled with tears
E
Hold your breath boys, hold your breath
C#m
finger your trigger and welcome death
A
'cause the choppers' filled with your gutshot friends
B
and your hearts are filled with fear
(Dave and Serge Bielanko)
From "Kids In Philly" by Marah
Main Progression : E C#m A B
[Verse]
E
Last night I closed my eyes and watched the tracers fly,
C#m
through the jungle trees
A
like fireflies on a windy night
B
pulled up and onward by the breeze
E
and I can still here the far-off, tin canny sounds
C#m
of their machine guns come unwound
A
And I was shaking like Little Richard
B
And I was sweating like ol’ James Brown
E
Over by my window sill the moon was still
C#m
on my cigarettes and wine
A
sometimes there's where I pray to Jesus
B
sometimes there's where I pray to die
E
but I could still sense the circling danger
C#m
of those invisible bastards of the piss-hot day
A
And I was shakin' with ol’ Proud Mary
B
And I was sittin' on the Dock of the Bay
[Chorus]
E
Take the hits boys take the hits
C#m
don't smoke your Bible and don't lose your wits
A
'cause the sky is filled with shrapnel
B
And your eyes are filled with tears
E
Hold your breath boys, hold your breath
C#m
finger your trigger and welcome death
A
'cause the choppers' filled with your gut-shot friends
B
and your hearts are filled with fear
[Verse]
E
The fables tell of men who fell
C#m
with swords dangling from their chests
A
and the old guys down at the taproom swear
B
the Japs could kill you best
E
But late at night I could still hear the cries
C#m
of three black guys I seen take it in the face
A
I think about them sweet Motown girls they left behind
B
and the assholes that took their place
[Chorus]
E
Take the hits boys take the hits
C#m
don't smoke your Bible and don't lose your wits
A
'cause the sky is filled with shrapnel
B
And your eyes are filled with tears
E
Hold your breath boys, hold your breath
C#m
finger your trigger and welcome death
A
'cause the choppers' filled with your gutshot friends
B
and your hearts are filled with fear
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