Biografía:
David Keenan is an Irish singer-songwriter.
He is not just another lad with an acoustic guitar, he is the sound of Tim Buckley and Brendan Behan arguing over a few jars, while Kavanagh deals Bob Dylan a suspicious hand of cards, and Anthony Cronin and Jack Kerouac furiously try to scribble it all
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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!
[Intro]
B F# C#m E
[Verse 1]
B F#
I was gifted a book by somebody who loved me
E
By a man who got even with God
B F# E
Sat in hyperactive London, School Central Station
C#m B
The city began sleeping like a dog
F#
Then a trampled one-eye placed his hand on my thigh
C#m E
I said "Hold it, pick a window, you're leavin'.
B F#
"Oh, but forgive me," he said, "I was a-found in my pride."
C# E
He must have thought I was somebody else
[Chorus 1]
B F# C#m B
Here's to the fathers and the lost sons and the unholy ghosts
F# C#m E
It's the ones that seem destined to get left behind that trust me the most
B
I am the prodigal son
F# C# E
Resting his head on the drum that was carried through the welcoming parade
B
And I give all I have
F#
I will give all I have
C#m E
Strip me bare, have me washed in the rains
[Verse 2
B F#
On a street you've never heard of, there's a wooden pian
E D# E
On its last legs in a last chance saloon
F#
It is manned by a drunkard, who is dripping with poetry
C#m B
Sitting stupefied, nailed to the stool
F#
The man catches my gaze and produces this page
C#m E
From his waistcoat with a slipped disk smile
B F#
"Look here boy, my last known correspondence with Christ.
C#m E
I would have read it, but my glasses were filthy."
[Chorus 2]
B F# C#m B
Here's to the fathers and the lost sons and the unholy ghosts
F# C#m E
It's the ones that seem destined to get left behind that trust me the most
B
I am the prodigal son
F# C#m E
Resting his head on the drum that was carried through the welcoming parade
B
And I give all I have
F#
I will give all I hav
C#m B
Strip me bare, have me washed in the rai
E
Oh, aye
[Verse 3]
E
Past the government housing
F#m
Right off Donallson Road
E
Open collars, open house
B F#
They swap anorexic lyrics for pyrotechnic rhymes
C#m B
As car lights knife their way through the dark
B
And this feeling persists
F# E
We as people exist in a state of anticipation
B
You know it comes at a cost
F#
Or so the great unwashed have informed me
C#m E
And I tend to believe them these days
[Chorus 3]
B F# C#m
Here's to the fathers and the lost sons and the unholy ghosts
B F# C#m B
It's the ones that seem destined to get left behind that trust me the most
B
I am the prodigal son
F# C# E B
Resting his head on the drum that was carried through the welcoming parade
B
And I give all I have
F#
I will give all I have
C#m
I will give all I have
B
I will give all I have
B
Yeah, I wanna give all I have
B
I will give all I have
F# C#m
I will give all I have
B
I will give all I have
B
I will give all I have
F#
I will give all I have
C# E
Strip me bare, have me washed by the rains
E
There's something freeing about it anyway
[Outro]
B F# C#m E
B F#
I was gifted a book by somebody who loved me
C#m
By a man who got even with God
B F# C#m E
[Verse 1]
B F#
I was gifted a book by somebody who loved me
E
By a man who got even with God
B F# E
Sat in hyperactive London, School Central Station
C#m B
The city began sleeping like a dog
F#
Then a trampled one-eye placed his hand on my thigh
C#m E
I said "Hold it, pick a window, you're leavin'.
B F#
"Oh, but forgive me," he said, "I was a-found in my pride."
C# E
He must have thought I was somebody else
[Chorus 1]
B F# C#m B
Here's to the fathers and the lost sons and the unholy ghosts
F# C#m E
It's the ones that seem destined to get left behind that trust me the most
B
I am the prodigal son
F# C# E
Resting his head on the drum that was carried through the welcoming parade
B
And I give all I have
F#
I will give all I have
C#m E
Strip me bare, have me washed in the rains
[Verse 2
B F#
On a street you've never heard of, there's a wooden pian
E D# E
On its last legs in a last chance saloon
F#
It is manned by a drunkard, who is dripping with poetry
C#m B
Sitting stupefied, nailed to the stool
F#
The man catches my gaze and produces this page
C#m E
From his waistcoat with a slipped disk smile
B F#
"Look here boy, my last known correspondence with Christ.
C#m E
I would have read it, but my glasses were filthy."
[Chorus 2]
B F# C#m B
Here's to the fathers and the lost sons and the unholy ghosts
F# C#m E
It's the ones that seem destined to get left behind that trust me the most
B
I am the prodigal son
F# C#m E
Resting his head on the drum that was carried through the welcoming parade
B
And I give all I have
F#
I will give all I hav
C#m B
Strip me bare, have me washed in the rai
E
Oh, aye
[Verse 3]
E
Past the government housing
F#m
Right off Donallson Road
E
Open collars, open house
B F#
They swap anorexic lyrics for pyrotechnic rhymes
C#m B
As car lights knife their way through the dark
B
And this feeling persists
F# E
We as people exist in a state of anticipation
B
You know it comes at a cost
F#
Or so the great unwashed have informed me
C#m E
And I tend to believe them these days
[Chorus 3]
B F# C#m
Here's to the fathers and the lost sons and the unholy ghosts
B F# C#m B
It's the ones that seem destined to get left behind that trust me the most
B
I am the prodigal son
F# C# E B
Resting his head on the drum that was carried through the welcoming parade
B
And I give all I have
F#
I will give all I have
C#m
I will give all I have
B
I will give all I have
B
Yeah, I wanna give all I have
B
I will give all I have
F# C#m
I will give all I have
B
I will give all I have
B
I will give all I have
F#
I will give all I have
C# E
Strip me bare, have me washed by the rains
E
There's something freeing about it anyway
[Outro]
B F# C#m E
B F#
I was gifted a book by somebody who loved me
C#m
By a man who got even with God
David O'dow (...)
David Otero
David Pomeranz
David Ramirez
David Rees
Davido
Davidschwartzmus (...)
Davina Michelle
Davy Jones
Dawes