Biografía:
Este es el cuarto trabajo del proyecto personal de Fred Thomas, de Michigan , que se ocupa en reunir buenos músicos disponibles en cada momento. De hecho el nombre "SATURDAY LOOKS GOOD TO ME" (el sábado me parece bien) alude a la dificultad para reunirse y ensayar.
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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!
This song has 2 different versions on 2 albums:
Saturday Looks Good to Me (2000) - 1/2 step down, last chorus is a-Capella
All Your Summer Songs (2003) - standard tuning.
D A Bm F#m
I don't know if i can find a way to keep
A D E
All the secrets that you told me in your sleep
D A Bm F#m
And i'm amazed that you still find the space to dream
A D E
In the shadows of a town made out of thieves
D A Bm F#m
Who would drown the sound of history repeating
A D E
With the ambulances screaming up the street
Ebm Bb Ebm
So sing to me
B F# B F#
Don't let me fall asleep to the sound of cold machines
B F#
Or the smell of gasoline
B C#
Or the weight of destiny
Ebm Bb Ebm
Don't make me wait
B F#
I've been waiting here all night
B C#
I've been waiting my whole life
D A Bm F#m
A D E
Somewhere the ghosts of factory workers dance
With the ghosts of kids who never had a chance
And we still hear it out our window every night
Like a fistfight in an ambulance
Ebm Bb Ebm
B F# B F#
B F# B C#
Sing me a song, don't let me think too long
About what I'm trying to say
A broken fire escape
Or how long I had to wait
Saturday Looks Good to Me (2000) - 1/2 step down, last chorus is a-Capella
All Your Summer Songs (2003) - standard tuning.
D A Bm F#m
I don't know if i can find a way to keep
A D E
All the secrets that you told me in your sleep
D A Bm F#m
And i'm amazed that you still find the space to dream
A D E
In the shadows of a town made out of thieves
D A Bm F#m
Who would drown the sound of history repeating
A D E
With the ambulances screaming up the street
Ebm Bb Ebm
So sing to me
B F# B F#
Don't let me fall asleep to the sound of cold machines
B F#
Or the smell of gasoline
B C#
Or the weight of destiny
Ebm Bb Ebm
Don't make me wait
B F#
I've been waiting here all night
B C#
I've been waiting my whole life
D A Bm F#m
A D E
Somewhere the ghosts of factory workers dance
With the ghosts of kids who never had a chance
And we still hear it out our window every night
Like a fistfight in an ambulance
Ebm Bb Ebm
B F# B F#
B F# B C#
Sing me a song, don't let me think too long
About what I'm trying to say
A broken fire escape
Or how long I had to wait
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