Biografía:
En marzo de 1977, Pipo Lernoud escribió lo siguiente, en la revista Expreso Imaginario:
Suponte que hay un grupo que tiene editados más de quince álbumes, que introdujo las letras psicodélicas antes que Pink Floyd, los temas armados en varios estilos antes que Yes y King Crimson y la mística y la ecología hace más de diez años, cuando todavía todo el mundo cantaba 'nena, nena'. Suponte que Dylan, Townshend, Page y muchos otros han declarado
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- A Very Cellular Song
- Air
- Blues For The Muse
- Chinese White
- Cousin Caterpillar
- Dear Old Battlefield
- Ducks On A Pond
- Empty Pocket Blues
- Everythings Fine Right Now
- Greatest Friend
- Jobs Tears
- Koeeoaddi There
- Little Cloud
- Log Cabin Home In The Sky
- Long Time Sun
- Lordly Nightshade
- Minotaurs Song
- No Sleep Blues
- October Song
- Painting Box
- Smoke Shovelling Song
- The Hedgehogs Song
- There Is A Green Crown
- Turquoise Blue
- Way Back In The 1960S
- When You Find Out Who You Are
- Witchs Hat
- Worlds They Rise And Fall
- You Get Brighter
- You Know What You Could Be
¡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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Intro
A7
A
I wake up in the early when I see my day walk in
I wake up in the early when I start to begin
I drink up my coffee to drive dreams away
E7 A
And I think about leaving but remain for the day
A E7
Oh, glory but I just stay blind
A E7
Think about my loving, yes, some of the time
D7/F# A7
I want to take it easy
D7/F# A7
Ain't it hard like they say
B7 E7
But I can play
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And most any morning, most any morning
D B* E A7
I like to be born into my guitar day
A/G B7/F#
They say it's all butterflies
A/G B7/F#
Don't let your dreams get in your eyes
D B*
But Orpheus made the sunrise
E A7
'Cause he knew how to play
D7/F# A7
Well, she sings so fadey, I called my guitar lady
E7 A7
She's a noted writer, I just can't seem to let her be
D7/F# A7
And she is my flower, I call her my easy hour
E7 A7
She's a low special, and baby that's enough for me
D7/F# A7
And it's all right, you're in the graveyard now
D7/F# A7
Well it's all right, you're in the graveyard now
D7/F# A7
You may weep, you may moan
D7/F# A7
You may pass your life so gay
A7
But lucky in life, I swear sometimes
B7 E7
Surely going to have to meet your leaving day
D7/F#
Well, she sings like the seashore
A7
Tonight I don't ride on your seesaw
E7 A7
I will call up the angels if they have a little word to say
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And I think I'll try cloud walking
A7
It's just my face you see here talking
E7
And it's just the guitar singing
A7
And I have to let her have her way
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xarlee_650
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--4-- --4--
--0-- --3--
--2-- --X--
Intro
A7
A
I wake up in the early when I see my day walk in
I wake up in the early when I start to begin
I drink up my coffee to drive dreams away
E7 A
And I think about leaving but remain for the day
A E7
Oh, glory but I just stay blind
A E7
Think about my loving, yes, some of the time
D7/F# A7
I want to take it easy
D7/F# A7
Ain't it hard like they say
B7 E7
But I can play
A/G B7/F# A/G B7/F#
And most any morning, most any morning
D B* E A7
I like to be born into my guitar day
A/G B7/F#
They say it's all butterflies
A/G B7/F#
Don't let your dreams get in your eyes
D B*
But Orpheus made the sunrise
E A7
'Cause he knew how to play
D7/F# A7
Well, she sings so fadey, I called my guitar lady
E7 A7
She's a noted writer, I just can't seem to let her be
D7/F# A7
And she is my flower, I call her my easy hour
E7 A7
She's a low special, and baby that's enough for me
D7/F# A7
And it's all right, you're in the graveyard now
D7/F# A7
Well it's all right, you're in the graveyard now
D7/F# A7
You may weep, you may moan
D7/F# A7
You may pass your life so gay
A7
But lucky in life, I swear sometimes
B7 E7
Surely going to have to meet your leaving day
D7/F#
Well, she sings like the seashore
A7
Tonight I don't ride on your seesaw
E7 A7
I will call up the angels if they have a little word to say
D7/F#
And I think I'll try cloud walking
A7
It's just my face you see here talking
E7
And it's just the guitar singing
A7
And I have to let her have her way
E7 D7/F# A7
xarlee_650
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