Biografía:
Simon Joyner (born 1971) is an American singer-songwriter. As well as his solo work, he has collaborated with a number of artists including John Darnielle of The Mountain Goats.
Joyner was born in New Orleans, Louisiana, but lived in Omaha, Nebraska most of his life. The geography, mythology, and personal connection to both the South and the Midwest act as shadow characters throughout his large body of work–swallowing some characters, emboldening others, always reminding us that place is much more than mere scenery.
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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 is a very easy song to play, just three chords played in blues progression.
is easily figured out by listening to the song. This is obviously ust the backbone of the song.
I'm not sure about the outro, I think it's just fingerpicking the same chords with slighty different timing.
Chords
B (799877)
E (022100)
F#(244322)
B
Hey helpless brothers, I’m talking to thee
Forget Indian summer and your dreams of the sea
E
I was confiding in the toilet, you see I’m a prisoner of war
B
My echo said, stop me if you’ve heard this one before
F#
If you want to get laid go strut for the bomb
E B
Because everybody wants her and no one is wrong
What color is the ocean after the oil
It’s the color of the sky cooked in aluminum foil
But the Shakespeare cape with the tattered seams
Suits a prince just fine when he’s suicidal and mean
So go find me a father who needs to be killed
And a mother who cheats and some blood can be spilled
Briefing the murderer under a bulb
The lawyer asked the maggot don’t you want to get old?
Because you can go down dignified and pay for your sins
Or you can learn to lean on me and everybody wins
So tell me whose your uncle and how do you plead?
Don’t look down at your shoes kid, it’s time to look up to me
If you can’t see my mirror I cannot see you
That’s what the officer explained to the Jew
But maybe the lines which define us are just ditches in our heads
Besides I never had the privilege of any brown sugar in my bed
But I’ve been to the doctor and he swears he can fix my nose
So I traded in my bible for a catalog of clothes
The Noble Lady, Noble Savage, Noble Negro, Noble Poor
They don’t cruise the boulevard on their halos anymore
They were forced underground when the towers collapsed
For carrying an imaginary cross on their backs
But don’t worry they’ve been beaten, sterilized and cannot breed
They sing Home on the Range around a barrel in Queens
Well here’s to the era fill in the blank
And to all of the terror-filled lives of the saints
And to Aesop, Confucius, Aristotle and Calvin
And to the marble pillars that humored cuckolded Samson
As for me I was betrayed the moment I asked myself, why?
When I put down my basket of berries and stared up at the sky
Where’s my medicine, my sweet medicine?
All of this time I thought I was fine
Until I woke up trying to crawl out of my skin
Tell me, where’s my medicine?
link:www.weeblackskelf.co.uk/simonjoyner/
http://www.weeblackskelf.co.uk/simonjoyner/
or Team Love website
is easily figured out by listening to the song. This is obviously ust the backbone of the song.
I'm not sure about the outro, I think it's just fingerpicking the same chords with slighty different timing.
Chords
B (799877)
E (022100)
F#(244322)
B
Hey helpless brothers, I’m talking to thee
Forget Indian summer and your dreams of the sea
E
I was confiding in the toilet, you see I’m a prisoner of war
B
My echo said, stop me if you’ve heard this one before
F#
If you want to get laid go strut for the bomb
E B
Because everybody wants her and no one is wrong
What color is the ocean after the oil
It’s the color of the sky cooked in aluminum foil
But the Shakespeare cape with the tattered seams
Suits a prince just fine when he’s suicidal and mean
So go find me a father who needs to be killed
And a mother who cheats and some blood can be spilled
Briefing the murderer under a bulb
The lawyer asked the maggot don’t you want to get old?
Because you can go down dignified and pay for your sins
Or you can learn to lean on me and everybody wins
So tell me whose your uncle and how do you plead?
Don’t look down at your shoes kid, it’s time to look up to me
If you can’t see my mirror I cannot see you
That’s what the officer explained to the Jew
But maybe the lines which define us are just ditches in our heads
Besides I never had the privilege of any brown sugar in my bed
But I’ve been to the doctor and he swears he can fix my nose
So I traded in my bible for a catalog of clothes
The Noble Lady, Noble Savage, Noble Negro, Noble Poor
They don’t cruise the boulevard on their halos anymore
They were forced underground when the towers collapsed
For carrying an imaginary cross on their backs
But don’t worry they’ve been beaten, sterilized and cannot breed
They sing Home on the Range around a barrel in Queens
Well here’s to the era fill in the blank
And to all of the terror-filled lives of the saints
And to Aesop, Confucius, Aristotle and Calvin
And to the marble pillars that humored cuckolded Samson
As for me I was betrayed the moment I asked myself, why?
When I put down my basket of berries and stared up at the sky
Where’s my medicine, my sweet medicine?
All of this time I thought I was fine
Until I woke up trying to crawl out of my skin
Tell me, where’s my medicine?
link:www.weeblackskelf.co.uk/simonjoyner/
http://www.weeblackskelf.co.uk/simonjoyner/
or Team Love website
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