Biografia:
Ike Reilly (born Michael Christopher Reilly on 27 December 1963 in Naval Station, Great Lakes) is an American singer-songwriter, musician, and writer as well as frontman and founder of the rock band The Ike Reilly Assassination.
If you're looking for glossy pop, this ain't it. Ike and his Assassination reel off "real-rock", tune after tune. Lyrically rough and sharp, but poignant and intellectual. If you like fun, witty, and sometimes coarse (yet still smart) harder alt.
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Broken Parakeet Blues : Intro - D A G D A
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East of the village and west of the trees
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Up on the high ground where the soldiers would stand
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Cooling themselves in the sulfurous breeze
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It seemed like something to lose
D
The houses were filled with flattering hosts
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In tight shirts and compliments for soldiers and ghosts
D
Up on the high ground blowing their loads
A G
For the cowgirls left back home
D
How can you say there’s nothing to lose
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Singing your broken parakeet blues
G
On the side of the highway lighting the fuse
D A
Black like the crows from the cattlecar fumes
D
Yeah, up on the highway near 29 Palms
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I saw busloads of soldiers rolling along
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And people like crows on the side of the road
D A
Waving goodbye to lovers and sons
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The soldiers were boys, there were brown ones and fat ones
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White ones and cool ones and camouflaged black ones
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Sweet ones and cruel ones but I didn’t see
D A
Anybody I thought had money like me
D
Some were sleeping, some dreaming, some quietly weeping
A
Out of 29 Palms the buses kept creeping
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Right through the desert and out to the shore
D A
29 Palms won’t see ’em no more
D
How can you say there’s nothing to lose
A
Singing your broken parakeet blues
G
On the side of the highway lighting the fuse
D A
Black like the crows from the cattlecar fumes
D
How can you just wave farewell to them
A
Knowing what you know and where you have been
G
On the side of the highway lighting the fuse
D A
Singing your broken parakeet blues
D A D
How can you say there’s nothing to lose
D A G D A
D
East of the village and west of the trees
G
Up on the high ground where the soldiers would stand
D
Cooling themselves in the sulfurous breeze
A G
We all crowed those parakeet blues
D
East of the village and west of the trees
G
Up on the high ground where the soldiers would stand
D
Cooling themselves in the sulfurous breeze
A G
It seemed like something to lose
D
The houses were filled with flattering hosts
G
In tight shirts and compliments for soldiers and ghosts
D
Up on the high ground blowing their loads
A G
For the cowgirls left back home
D
How can you say there’s nothing to lose
A
Singing your broken parakeet blues
G
On the side of the highway lighting the fuse
D A
Black like the crows from the cattlecar fumes
D
Yeah, up on the highway near 29 Palms
A
I saw busloads of soldiers rolling along
G
And people like crows on the side of the road
D A
Waving goodbye to lovers and sons
D
The soldiers were boys, there were brown ones and fat ones
A
White ones and cool ones and camouflaged black ones
G
Sweet ones and cruel ones but I didn’t see
D A
Anybody I thought had money like me
D
Some were sleeping, some dreaming, some quietly weeping
A
Out of 29 Palms the buses kept creeping
G
Right through the desert and out to the shore
D A
29 Palms won’t see ’em no more
D
How can you say there’s nothing to lose
A
Singing your broken parakeet blues
G
On the side of the highway lighting the fuse
D A
Black like the crows from the cattlecar fumes
D
How can you just wave farewell to them
A
Knowing what you know and where you have been
G
On the side of the highway lighting the fuse
D A
Singing your broken parakeet blues
D A D
How can you say there’s nothing to lose
D A G D A
D
East of the village and west of the trees
G
Up on the high ground where the soldiers would stand
D
Cooling themselves in the sulfurous breeze
A G
We all crowed those parakeet blues
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