Biografia:
Donald Hugh "Don" Henley (nascido em Julho 22, 1947 em Gilmer, Texas, U.S.A) é um cantor de rock, compositor e baterista, mais conhecido como um membro dos Eagles antes do lançamento de um bem sucedido premio Grammy de carreira a solo.
Henley tambem desempenhou um papel fundamental em diversas causas ambientais e politicas a mais notavel o projecto de "Walden Woods". Desde 1994, dividiu as suas actividades musicais entre os Eagles e a sua carreira a solo.
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Outras músicas:
- Boys Of Summer
- For My Wedding
- Heart Of The Matter
- A Month Of Sundays
- A Younger Man
- All She Wants To Do Is Dance
- Annabel
- Bramble Rose
- Come Rain Or Come Shine
- Damn It Rose
- Desperado
- Dirty Laundry
- End Of The Inmocence
- End Of The Innocence
- Everybody Knows
- Everything Is Different Now
- Forever Near
- Goodbye To A River
- I Cant Stand Still
- Inside Job
- New York Minute
- No Thank You
- Not Enough Love In The World
- On My Wedding Day
- Praying For Rain
- Sometimes Love Just Aint Enough
- Sunset Grill
- Take A Picture Of This
- Taking You Home
- That Old Flame
- The Boys Of Summer
- The Brand New Tennessee Waltz
- The Cost Of Living
- The End Of The Innocence
- The Last Worthless Evening
- Too Far Gone
- Too Much Pride
- Train In The Distance
- Waiting Tables
- When I Stop Dreaming
- Where I Am Now
- Words Can Break Your Heart
- You Must Not Be Drinking Enough
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Inside Job
Em C#m7b5 C7
While you were sleeping they came and took it all away
Em C#m7b5 C7
The lanes and the meadows, the places where you used to play
E Em C#m
It was an inside job by the well-connected
C7
Your little protest summarily rejected
E Em C#m
It was an inside job like it always is
C7
Chalk it up to business as usual
While we are dreaming this little island disappears
While you are looking the other way they'll take your right to own your own ideas
And it's an inside job, favors collected
Your trusted servants have left you unprotected
It was an inside job like it always is
Just chalk it up to business as usual
A7 F#7
You think that you're so smart but you don't have a fucking clue
A7 F#7
What those men up in the towers are doing to me and you
A7
And they'll keep doin' it and doin' it
F#7
And doin' it and doin' it And doin' it and doin' it and doin' it
A7 C6 Em
Until we all wake up wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
I know what I've done wrong I am acquainted with the night
I know how hard it is to always walk out in the light
And it's an inside job to learn about forgiving
It's an inside job to hang on to the joy of living
They know the road by which you came, they know your mother's maiden name
And what you had for breakfast and what you've hidden in the mattress
Insect politics, indifferent universe
Bang your head against the wall but apathy is worse
It's an inside job, It's an inside job
It's an inside job Yeh, yeah
Em C#m7b5 C7
While you were sleeping they came and took it all away
Em C#m7b5 C7
The lanes and the meadows, the places where you used to play
E Em C#m
It was an inside job by the well-connected
C7
Your little protest summarily rejected
E Em C#m
It was an inside job like it always is
C7
Chalk it up to business as usual
While we are dreaming this little island disappears
While you are looking the other way they'll take your right to own your own ideas
And it's an inside job, favors collected
Your trusted servants have left you unprotected
It was an inside job like it always is
Just chalk it up to business as usual
A7 F#7
You think that you're so smart but you don't have a fucking clue
A7 F#7
What those men up in the towers are doing to me and you
A7
And they'll keep doin' it and doin' it
F#7
And doin' it and doin' it And doin' it and doin' it and doin' it
A7 C6 Em
Until we all wake up wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
I know what I've done wrong I am acquainted with the night
I know how hard it is to always walk out in the light
And it's an inside job to learn about forgiving
It's an inside job to hang on to the joy of living
They know the road by which you came, they know your mother's maiden name
And what you had for breakfast and what you've hidden in the mattress
Insect politics, indifferent universe
Bang your head against the wall but apathy is worse
It's an inside job, It's an inside job
It's an inside job Yeh, yeah
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