Biografía:
Reilly and Maloney is an American folk duo that first emerged in the 1970s, composed of Ginny Reilly and David Maloney. Based in Seattle and also in the San Francisco Bay Area, they performed for two decades, becoming well-known for the blend of their voices and their own solid songwriting accomplishments. They toured nationally, appearing with artists such as Judy Collins and Tom Paxton. Together they issued seven vinyl LPs, before breaking up in the late 1980s and each going on to solo careers.
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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!
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{title:From Where I Stand}
{st:David Maloney}
[G]High up on a [C]mountain[D]side, [C]watching the [D]clouds roll [G]by.
Making up [C]songs to [D]sing, and [C]thinking about [D]everyth[G]ing.
[G]Oh the daffodil has [C]just be[D]gun to [C]gather [D]strength from the summer [G]sun.
The robin's song is [C]always [D]new, and the [C]meadow drinks from the [D]morning [G]dew.
{C:Chorus:}
[G]La la la [C]la la [D]la, [C]la la la [D]la la [G]la.
[G]La la la [C]la la [D]la, [C]la la la [D]la la [G]la.
It was a long climb to reach the top, gonna stretch out on a big old rock.
And take a deep breath of mountain air, sitting in the sun with time to spare.
And still no ones gives me a reason why living things have to die.
Tell me how much is this life worth, it's still a mystery from death to birth.
La la la la la la, la la la la la la.
La la la la la la, la la la la la la.
Well I loved a young man who died, but I never could seem to cry.
Now I'm wondering just where he's gone, and it hurts me to carry on.
Still the moon comes up, the sun goes down, and tears fall from the laughing clown.
The dreamer dreams, the children play, and the world spins through another day.
La la la la la la, la la la la la la.
La la la la la la, la la la la la la.
Still the moon comes up, the sun goes down, and tears fall from the laughing clown.
The dreamer dreams, the children play, and the world spins through another day.
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# by Steve Putz
# 7 September 1992
#This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the #
#song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. #
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#155
{title:From Where I Stand}
{st:David Maloney}
[G]High up on a [C]mountain[D]side, [C]watching the [D]clouds roll [G]by.
Making up [C]songs to [D]sing, and [C]thinking about [D]everyth[G]ing.
[G]Oh the daffodil has [C]just be[D]gun to [C]gather [D]strength from the summer [G]sun.
The robin's song is [C]always [D]new, and the [C]meadow drinks from the [D]morning [G]dew.
{C:Chorus:}
[G]La la la [C]la la [D]la, [C]la la la [D]la la [G]la.
[G]La la la [C]la la [D]la, [C]la la la [D]la la [G]la.
It was a long climb to reach the top, gonna stretch out on a big old rock.
And take a deep breath of mountain air, sitting in the sun with time to spare.
And still no ones gives me a reason why living things have to die.
Tell me how much is this life worth, it's still a mystery from death to birth.
La la la la la la, la la la la la la.
La la la la la la, la la la la la la.
Well I loved a young man who died, but I never could seem to cry.
Now I'm wondering just where he's gone, and it hurts me to carry on.
Still the moon comes up, the sun goes down, and tears fall from the laughing clown.
The dreamer dreams, the children play, and the world spins through another day.
La la la la la la, la la la la la la.
La la la la la la, la la la la la la.
Still the moon comes up, the sun goes down, and tears fall from the laughing clown.
The dreamer dreams, the children play, and the world spins through another day.
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# Submitted to the ftp.nevada.edu:/pub/guitar archives
# by Steve Putz
# 7 September 1992
Reina Venus
Reinaldo Alvarez
Reinhard Horn
Reinhard Lakomy
Reino Nordin
Relentless Worsh (...)
Relic
Reliquia
Remady
Remains