Biografía:
Hijo de Woody Guthrie. Siguió los pasos de su padre, pero adaptando el folk tradicional americano a la época de la psicodelia (John Lennon: "Me hice psicodélico como toda mi generación"). Producto de esta tendencia musical es su album "Alice's Restaurant".
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Otras canciones:
- Alice's Restaurant
- Arlo Guthrie
- City Of New Orleans
- City Of New Orleans
- Coming In To Los Angeles
- Coming Into Los Angeles
- Commin' Into Los Angeles
- Darkest Hour
- Victor Jara
- Wedding Song
- Alices Restaurant
- Carry Me Over
- Days Are Short
- Deportee
- Doors Of Heaven
- Down On The American Farm
- Drowning Man
- Epilogue
- Every Hand In The Land
- Gabriels Mothers Highway Ballad16 Blues
- Garden Song
- Gypsy Davey
- Here We Are Way Out In The Country
- Highway In The Wind
- Hobos Lullaby
- Last Train
- Lightning Bar Blues
- Motorcycle Song
- My Peace
- Mystic Journey
- Oklahoma Nights
- Percys Song
- Please Dont Talk About Me When Im Gone
- Presidential Rag
- Prolouge
- Ring
- Shenandoah
- St James Infirmary
- Stealin
- Telephone
- The City Of New Orleans
- The Motorcycle Song
- The Pause Of Mr Claus
- Ukulele Lady
- When A Soldier Makes It Home
- Which Side
- Wont Be Long
- World Away From Me
¡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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Date: Thu, 05 Mar 1998 16:53:43 +0100
From: Gil Bates
Subject: CRD : Darkest Hour by Arlo Guthrie
Darkest Hour
words and music by Arlo Guthrie
>From Amigo in the 1976
Transcribed "by hear" by Gil Bates (not Bill Gates please !)
Capo 4th
C Am
It's the tenth of January
F Am
And I still ain't had no sleep
F F
She comes waItzing in the nighttime
G
Made of wings
C Am
She is dressed up like a bandit
F Am
With a hundred sparkling rings
F F G
Looking for my company to keep
F
Coming closer to me
G C
She doesn't say a word
F G
In the shadow of the carved rock tower
C Am
Where the sounds of the night
F Am
Were the only things we heard
F G C
In my darkest hour
She don't want to hear no secrets
She would guarantee me that
She knows there ain't no words
That can describe her
With her white silk scarves
And her black Spanish hat
She knows there ain't no way I can deny her
Yes her blue velvet perfume
Filling up the night
The guards are all asleep
That watch the tower
The moon light held her breast
As she easily undressed
In my darkest hour
Her father's in his chambers with his
Friends all gathered 'round
They are plotting their enemy's demise
With their last detail done
They await the coming sun
While I am staring in my lover's eyes
Her brothers and her sisters
Are all through for tonight
Pretending that they've just
Come into power
But she far most of all, knows that they
Can only fall
In my darkest hour
Hungry wings; their melodies
While my love awakens me
In the midst of the sunburst first light
Her hands are holding up the skies
As I hid my opened eyes
Every move just for herself
And that's so right
Soon I went along my way
With no words that could explain
As she began descending to the tower
Her safety now concerns me
Her circumstance to blame
In my darkest hour
As someone here said before :
"Corrections, improvements, suggestions, further questions, lessons,
comments, compliments, condolences, greetings, wishes of luck for my
upcoming, random thoughts, whatever--all welcome"
[email protected]
#This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the#
#song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research.#
#-----------------------------------------------------------------------------#
Date: Thu, 05 Mar 1998 16:53:43 +0100
From: Gil Bates
Subject: CRD : Darkest Hour by Arlo Guthrie
Darkest Hour
words and music by Arlo Guthrie
>From Amigo in the 1976
Transcribed "by hear" by Gil Bates (not Bill Gates please !)
Capo 4th
C Am
It's the tenth of January
F Am
And I still ain't had no sleep
F F
She comes waItzing in the nighttime
G
Made of wings
C Am
She is dressed up like a bandit
F Am
With a hundred sparkling rings
F F G
Looking for my company to keep
F
Coming closer to me
G C
She doesn't say a word
F G
In the shadow of the carved rock tower
C Am
Where the sounds of the night
F Am
Were the only things we heard
F G C
In my darkest hour
She don't want to hear no secrets
She would guarantee me that
She knows there ain't no words
That can describe her
With her white silk scarves
And her black Spanish hat
She knows there ain't no way I can deny her
Yes her blue velvet perfume
Filling up the night
The guards are all asleep
That watch the tower
The moon light held her breast
As she easily undressed
In my darkest hour
Her father's in his chambers with his
Friends all gathered 'round
They are plotting their enemy's demise
With their last detail done
They await the coming sun
While I am staring in my lover's eyes
Her brothers and her sisters
Are all through for tonight
Pretending that they've just
Come into power
But she far most of all, knows that they
Can only fall
In my darkest hour
Hungry wings; their melodies
While my love awakens me
In the midst of the sunburst first light
Her hands are holding up the skies
As I hid my opened eyes
Every move just for herself
And that's so right
Soon I went along my way
With no words that could explain
As she began descending to the tower
Her safety now concerns me
Her circumstance to blame
In my darkest hour
As someone here said before :
"Corrections, improvements, suggestions, further questions, lessons,
comments, compliments, condolences, greetings, wishes of luck for my
upcoming, random thoughts, whatever--all welcome"
[email protected]
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