Biografia:
Um veículo para o cantor/compositor Michael Taylor (M.C. Taylor) e o multi-instrumentista e engenheiro de gravação Scott Hirsch, a fusão de rock clássico, folk-pop e blues esparso do Hiss Golden Messenger em vários disfarces tem comparado Michael às lendas lo-fi Bonnie "Prince" Billy e Bill Callahan. Nascido e criado na Califórnia sulista, Michael foi inspirado a pegar no violão pelo seu pai músico, que tinha previamente tocado no Settlers, uma banda pop que uma vez abriu para John Denver.
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Outras músicas:
- Cracked Winshield
- Mahogany Dread
- A Working Man Cant Make It No Way
- After The Colors
- Bad Debt
- Balthazars Song
- Biloxi
- Black Dog Wind Rose Of Roses
- Caledonia My Love
- Cracked Windshield
- Drum
- Far Bright Star
- Father Sky
- Gulfport Youve Been On My Mind
- Happy Day Sister My Sister
- Heart Like A Levee
- Highland Grace
- Ive Got A Name For The Newborn Child
- Jesus Shot Me In The Head
- Little Rain
- O Little Light
- Saturdays Song
- Straw Man Red Sun River Gold
- Super Blue Two Days Clean
- Tell Her Im Just Dancing
- The Serpent Is Kind Compared To Man
- Under All The Land
- When The Wall Comes Down
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
Capo V
[verse]
Em Bm
What catches fire, brightens my eyes
Em Bm
Gathering joy to myself, wrecking my light
Em Bm
What catches fire, brightens my eyes
Em G
And those bottom-end boys, they clap on one and three
[chorus]
A G
Yes, I built a wall, now I cannot get over
A G
You can't choose your blues but you might as well own them
A G
For a little while, like the spirit of an older
A G
Hey, Diamond Heel: Get your storm clouds open
[verse]
Em Bm
Now how many miles to Birmingham?
Em Bm
I'm asking on a friend in the gathering wind
Em Bm
Old hatted cross, rock hold me
Em G
If she asks where I am, tell her I'm just dancing
[chorus]
A G
Yes, I'm just dancing - now I cannot get over
A G
You can't choose your blues but you might as well own them
A G
For a little while, like the spirit of an older
A G
Hey, Diamond Heel: Get your storm clouds open
[interlude]
Em Bm x4
[verse]
Em Bm
What catches fire, brightens my eyes
Em
Gathering joy to myself
Bm
It's a lucky thing
[verse]
Em Bm
What catches fire, brightens my eyes
Em Bm
Gathering joy to myself, wrecking my light
Em Bm
What catches fire, brightens my eyes
Em G
And those bottom-end boys, they clap on one and three
[chorus]
A G
Yes, I built a wall, now I cannot get over
A G
You can't choose your blues but you might as well own them
A G
For a little while, like the spirit of an older
A G
Hey, Diamond Heel: Get your storm clouds open
[verse]
Em Bm
Now how many miles to Birmingham?
Em Bm
I'm asking on a friend in the gathering wind
Em Bm
Old hatted cross, rock hold me
Em G
If she asks where I am, tell her I'm just dancing
[chorus]
A G
Yes, I'm just dancing - now I cannot get over
A G
You can't choose your blues but you might as well own them
A G
For a little while, like the spirit of an older
A G
Hey, Diamond Heel: Get your storm clouds open
[interlude]
Em Bm x4
[verse]
Em Bm
What catches fire, brightens my eyes
Em
Gathering joy to myself
Bm
It's a lucky thing
Hladno Pivo
Ho'aikane
Ho-kago Tea Time
Hobo Johnson
Hockey