Biografía:
Richard Shindell (born 3 August 1960, Lakehurst, New Jersey) is an American folk singer. While dividing his time between Buenos Aires, Argentina, and New York's Hudson Valley, Shindell is a writer whose songs paint pictures, tell stories, and juxtapose ideas and images.
Shindell's songwriting often involves storytelling from a first-person point of view: for example, from an INS officer and illegal immigrant in "Fishing", to a World War II soldier in "Sparrows Point"
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Otras canciones:
- A Juggler Out In Traffic
- A Summer Wind A Cotton Dress
- A Tune For Nowhere
- Acadian Driftwood
- Are You Happy Now
- Arrowhead
- Beyond The Iron Gate
- Blue Divide
- By Now
- Castaway
- Darkness Darkness
- Deportee
- Easy Street
- Fishing
- Gethsemani Goodbye
- Gray Green
- I Saw My Youth Today
- Ill Be Here In The Morning
- Last Fare Of The Day
- Lawrence Ks
- May
- Money For Floods
- Northbound 35
- On A Sea Of Fleur
- Parasol Ants
- Reunion Hill
- Sing Me Back Home
- Smiling
- So Says The Whippoorwill
- Sparrows Point
- Spring
- State Of The Union
- Storms Are On The Ocean
- Summer Wind A Cotton Dress
- The Ballad Of Mary Magdalen
- The Courier
- The Kenworth Of My Dreams
- The Last Fare Of The Day
- The Next Best Western
- The Things That I Have Seen
- The Weather
- Transit
- Tv Light
- Waiting For The Storm
- Wisteria
¡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!
Richard Shindell - Transit
CAPO: 2nd Fret
INTRO: B
The merge from the turnpike was murder, but it's never a cinch
C
It was Friday at five, and no one was giving an inch
D
They squeezed and they edged and they glared
C D C
Half of them clearly impaired by rage or exhaustion
B
The rest were just touchy as hell
Somewhere near Paterson everything slowed to a crawl
C
The all-news station was thanking someone for the call
D
It's a van from St. Agnes' choir
C D
There's a nun out there changing a tire
C B Am
By the time they got by her, tempers were out of control
C
So they all hit the gas in a dash for position
Em
Bobbing and weaving and flashing their high-beams
Flipping the bird and screaming obscenities
C B
A well-insured hoard, hell-bent on Saturday
And so they continued, west-bound and into the sun
C
Law and decorum constraining nary a one
D
By then it was devil-may-care
C D
Not a one even vaguely aware
C B Am
That they had come all the way to the Delaware Water Gap
C
But how had it happened? They had all missed their exits
How had it happened? Was it some kind of vortex?
Em
And in they all went, bumper to bumper
C
Faster and faster, no sign of a trooper
G
And in they all went, like sheep to the slaughter
D
Bankers and carpenters and doctors and lawyers
Em
And in they all went, families in minivans
C
Democrats, Republicans, weekend militiamen
G
They followed the river, and rounded the bend
D
Between Minsi and Tammany and into their destiny
Em
Lying in ambush, right there before them
C B
The angry old sun right on the horizon
Sister Maria tightened the bolts of the spare
C
She said a quick prayer and put the old van into gear
D
Thank god that the traffic was light
C D
If she hurried she might not be late
C B Am
For that evening's performance at the state penitentiary
C
She entered the common room and there was her choir
Altos and baritones, basses and tenors
Em
Car thieves and crack dealers, mobsters and murderers
C
Husbands and sons, fathers and brothers
G
And so it began in glorious harmony
D Em
Softly and tenderly calling for you and me
The interstate crying way off in the distance
C
And the sun going down through the bars of the prison
G D
They poured out their souls, they poured out their memories
They poured out their hopes for what's left of eternity
Em C
To sister Maria, her soul like a prism
For the light of forgiveness on all of their faces
OUTRO: B
CAPO: 2nd Fret
INTRO: B
The merge from the turnpike was murder, but it's never a cinch
C
It was Friday at five, and no one was giving an inch
D
They squeezed and they edged and they glared
C D C
Half of them clearly impaired by rage or exhaustion
B
The rest were just touchy as hell
Somewhere near Paterson everything slowed to a crawl
C
The all-news station was thanking someone for the call
D
It's a van from St. Agnes' choir
C D
There's a nun out there changing a tire
C B Am
By the time they got by her, tempers were out of control
C
So they all hit the gas in a dash for position
Em
Bobbing and weaving and flashing their high-beams
Flipping the bird and screaming obscenities
C B
A well-insured hoard, hell-bent on Saturday
And so they continued, west-bound and into the sun
C
Law and decorum constraining nary a one
D
By then it was devil-may-care
C D
Not a one even vaguely aware
C B Am
That they had come all the way to the Delaware Water Gap
C
But how had it happened? They had all missed their exits
How had it happened? Was it some kind of vortex?
Em
And in they all went, bumper to bumper
C
Faster and faster, no sign of a trooper
G
And in they all went, like sheep to the slaughter
D
Bankers and carpenters and doctors and lawyers
Em
And in they all went, families in minivans
C
Democrats, Republicans, weekend militiamen
G
They followed the river, and rounded the bend
D
Between Minsi and Tammany and into their destiny
Em
Lying in ambush, right there before them
C B
The angry old sun right on the horizon
Sister Maria tightened the bolts of the spare
C
She said a quick prayer and put the old van into gear
D
Thank god that the traffic was light
C D
If she hurried she might not be late
C B Am
For that evening's performance at the state penitentiary
C
She entered the common room and there was her choir
Altos and baritones, basses and tenors
Em
Car thieves and crack dealers, mobsters and murderers
C
Husbands and sons, fathers and brothers
G
And so it began in glorious harmony
D Em
Softly and tenderly calling for you and me
The interstate crying way off in the distance
C
And the sun going down through the bars of the prison
G D
They poured out their souls, they poured out their memories
They poured out their hopes for what's left of eternity
Em C
To sister Maria, her soul like a prism
For the light of forgiveness on all of their faces
OUTRO: B
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