Biografía:
Mott the hoople fue una de las bandas británicas más interesantes del genero hard rock-glam a finales de los sesenta y principios de los setenta. El grupo, compuesto por los excelentes instrumentistas Overend Pete Watts (bajista), Dale “Buffin” Griffin (batería), Verden Allen (teclados), y dos genios poco valorados en aquella época: Ian Hunter, vocalista, guitarrista y teclista y Mick Ralphs en la guitarra, responsables en gran medida de la gran fuerza creativa de sus composiciones.
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Otras canciones:
- All The Way From Memphis
- All The Young Dudes
- At The Crossroads
- Backsliding Fearlessly
- Ballad Of Mott
- Born Late 58
- Death May Be Your Santa Claus
- Drivin Sister
- Foxy Foxy
- Golden Age Of Rock N Roll
- Halfmoonbay
- Hymn For The Dudes
- I Wish I Was Your Mother
- Jerkin Crocus
- Laugh At Me
- Mommas Little Jewel
- No Wheels To Ride
- One Of The Boys
- Rest In Peace
- Road To Birmingham
- Roll Away The Stone
- Saturday Gigs
- Sea Diver
- Sucker
- Surfin Uk
- Sweet Angeline
- The Golden Age Of Rock And Roll
- The Journey
- The Original Mixed
- Trudis Song
- Violence
- Walkin With A Mountain
- When My Minds Gone
- Where Do You All Come From
- Whiskey Women
- Wrong Side Of The River
- You Are One Of Us
¡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 D D A
A D D A
[Verse 1]
A Bm D A
His feet lay heavy on the road that led to Birmingham
A G#m F#m E G A
Unseeing eyes, defeated cries, the mysteries of men
A Bm D A
The many hears, the helpless tears that left the troubled brow
A G#m F#m E G A
A man once tall, he fought them all, but he is older now
A D D A
[Verse 2]
A Bm D A
For in your youth, you think the truth will always win the game
A G#m F#m E D A
Some men are kings, some men are rooks, some men are pawns to blame
A Bm D A
But if your skin is coloured black, well the dice are hidden in
A G#m F#m E G A
The minds of fools who twist the rules, so you can never win
[Chorus]
A C#m F#m E D
Birmingham, Birmingham, underneath your face
F#m E D
There's nothing but a space, you're hollow
A D D A
[Verse 3]
A Bm D A
Unlighted sky, begins to cry, the shabby coat is weak
A G#m F#m E D A
And homes with windows dressed in warmth, and mouths that never speak
A Bm D A
His mind is dead, his visions spread that pass before his feet
A G#m F#m E G A D D A
And thankfully he wears that dream that shields him from the street
[Verse 4]
A Bm D A
Goodnight my friend, this is the end, you'll never cry again
A G#m F#m E G A
You'll never have to smile away the bastards and the pain
A Bm D A
Is it too late, or can you wait to take another turn
A G#m F#m E G A
And walk together down that road that leads to Birmingham
[Chorus]
A C#m F#m E D
Birmingham, Birmingham, underneath your face
F#m E D
There's nothing but a space, inside you
A D D A
[Chorus]
A C#m F#m E D
Birmingham, Birmingham, underneath your face
F#m E D
There's nothing but a space
[Outro]
Amaj7 Dmaj7
You're hollow
Amaj7 Dmaj7 Amaj7 Dmaj7
A D D A
A D D A
[Verse 1]
A Bm D A
His feet lay heavy on the road that led to Birmingham
A G#m F#m E G A
Unseeing eyes, defeated cries, the mysteries of men
A Bm D A
The many hears, the helpless tears that left the troubled brow
A G#m F#m E G A
A man once tall, he fought them all, but he is older now
A D D A
[Verse 2]
A Bm D A
For in your youth, you think the truth will always win the game
A G#m F#m E D A
Some men are kings, some men are rooks, some men are pawns to blame
A Bm D A
But if your skin is coloured black, well the dice are hidden in
A G#m F#m E G A
The minds of fools who twist the rules, so you can never win
[Chorus]
A C#m F#m E D
Birmingham, Birmingham, underneath your face
F#m E D
There's nothing but a space, you're hollow
A D D A
[Verse 3]
A Bm D A
Unlighted sky, begins to cry, the shabby coat is weak
A G#m F#m E D A
And homes with windows dressed in warmth, and mouths that never speak
A Bm D A
His mind is dead, his visions spread that pass before his feet
A G#m F#m E G A D D A
And thankfully he wears that dream that shields him from the street
[Verse 4]
A Bm D A
Goodnight my friend, this is the end, you'll never cry again
A G#m F#m E G A
You'll never have to smile away the bastards and the pain
A Bm D A
Is it too late, or can you wait to take another turn
A G#m F#m E G A
And walk together down that road that leads to Birmingham
[Chorus]
A C#m F#m E D
Birmingham, Birmingham, underneath your face
F#m E D
There's nothing but a space, inside you
A D D A
[Chorus]
A C#m F#m E D
Birmingham, Birmingham, underneath your face
F#m E D
There's nothing but a space
[Outro]
Amaj7 Dmaj7
You're hollow
Amaj7 Dmaj7 Amaj7 Dmaj7
Mount Ararat Bru (...)
Mount Eerie
Mount Kimbie
Mount Moon
Mount Moriah
Mourning Ritual
Mournwood
Mouse
Mouse And The Tr (...)
Mouse Rat