Biografía:
Nativo do Colorado, criado ao redor de Dever em meio a cultura e música: sua mãe era uma poeta registrada, e seu pai um profundo amante das tradições Folk e Blues e tocava música pela casa inteira, o que tomou conta da mente de Patrick desde cedo. "Eu escrevo músicas desde que era uma criança," ele diz. "Não havia nada mais que eu quisesse fazer - eu era obsecado por isso. Quando eu comecei a escrever músicas, eu as mostrava a meu pai e ele dizia, 'Que máximo, mas isto não é uma música'.
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Otras canciones:
- Life Is A Song
- Life Is A Song (the Oc Finale)
- Something Pretty
- Blackbird Through The Dark
- Break Free
- Bullets By The Door
- Everyones In Everyone
- Here We Are
- My Holding Hand Is Empty
- Nothings Lost
- Past Poisons
- Pawn Song
- Starry Night
- Stay With Me Tomorrow
- The House Is Burning Down
- The Long Night
- The Lucky Ones
- Thunderbolt
- We Fall Out Of Touch
- You Were Always The One
- Your Smiles A Drug
¡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!
CAPO: II
Verse 1
A F#m A F#m
In time we're all gonna show our age,
like colored birds in a dusty cage,
D F#m A E
and the emptiness from which we came,
will strip us all from our father's names.
Chorus
D A E F#m
And there's nothing lost, and nothing gained,
D A F#m E
there's nothing different, and nothing's the same,
Bm F#m
but while our hearts will stop and start,
D E
two eyes greet the day,
Bm D E B F#m B F#m
we'll pay the price we're taught to pay
Verse 2
A F#m A F#m
When all the tears run down you face,
and all thats left is the pressure under grace,
D F#m A E
will you arm your self with a cold metal skin,
so one gets out, and no one gets in.
Repeat Chorus
Verse 1
A F#m A F#m
In time we're all gonna show our age,
like colored birds in a dusty cage,
D F#m A E
and the emptiness from which we came,
will strip us all from our father's names.
Chorus
D A E F#m
And there's nothing lost, and nothing gained,
D A F#m E
there's nothing different, and nothing's the same,
Bm F#m
but while our hearts will stop and start,
D E
two eyes greet the day,
Bm D E B F#m B F#m
we'll pay the price we're taught to pay
Verse 2
A F#m A F#m
When all the tears run down you face,
and all thats left is the pressure under grace,
D F#m A E
will you arm your self with a cold metal skin,
so one gets out, and no one gets in.
Repeat Chorus
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Patti Smith
Patty Bravo
Paul Anka
Paul Baloche
Paul Baribeau
Paul Baudry
Paul Carrack