Biografia:
Laura Stevenson is an American singer-songwriter based in Long Island, New York and keyboardist for musical collective, Bomb the Music Industry!
Laura Stevenson was raised in Nassau County, New York, where she was introduced to music at an early age. Her grandfather, Harry Simeone, was a successful pianist and composer whose works included "The Little Drummer Boy" and "Do You Hear What I Hear?". Simeone's wife (and Laura's grandmother), Margaret McCravy was a singer for the jazz bandleader Benny Goodman.
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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!
A D
The sunlight, it lit up the place
Bm D, Dm
It stole my golden night away [whoa]
A D
You were right, you said it right to my face
Bm
It wasn’t the time, it wasn’t the place
D, Dm
To say
A
Anything
D
Jerkin knees and electricity
Bm
I can feel your heart beat through dirty sheets
D
We’ve dirtied up with our dirty feet
Dm A
From walking barefoot on the street
D
Take me out to the southern state
.
Dry my cheek soft please
Bm
And speak softly
D
To me
Dm, A, D, Bm, D, Dm
Oh whoa whoaoao
-Sumbridgerother-
A D
Weeks later, I said I’m still feelin’ bruised
Bm D
I’d wager, you’re feelin’ the same way that I do
Dm
I do, I do.
A
Its true, its true
D
I know the simple wound
Bm
When my hands were untied it was because of you
D
When its healed then I’ll be,
Dm A
When its healed then I’ll be too
A D
Jerkin knees and electricity
Bm
I can feel your heart beat through dirty sheets
D
We’ve dirtied up with our dirty feet
Dm A
From walking barefoot on the street
D
Take me out to the southern state
Dry my cheek soft please
Bm
And speak softly
D
To me
Dm, A, D, Bm, D, Dm
Oh whoaaaaahahaoh.
The sunlight, it lit up the place
Bm D, Dm
It stole my golden night away [whoa]
A D
You were right, you said it right to my face
Bm
It wasn’t the time, it wasn’t the place
D, Dm
To say
A
Anything
D
Jerkin knees and electricity
Bm
I can feel your heart beat through dirty sheets
D
We’ve dirtied up with our dirty feet
Dm A
From walking barefoot on the street
D
Take me out to the southern state
.
Dry my cheek soft please
Bm
And speak softly
D
To me
Dm, A, D, Bm, D, Dm
Oh whoa whoaoao
-Sumbridgerother-
A D
Weeks later, I said I’m still feelin’ bruised
Bm D
I’d wager, you’re feelin’ the same way that I do
Dm
I do, I do.
A
Its true, its true
D
I know the simple wound
Bm
When my hands were untied it was because of you
D
When its healed then I’ll be,
Dm A
When its healed then I’ll be too
A D
Jerkin knees and electricity
Bm
I can feel your heart beat through dirty sheets
D
We’ve dirtied up with our dirty feet
Dm A
From walking barefoot on the street
D
Take me out to the southern state
Dry my cheek soft please
Bm
And speak softly
D
To me
Dm, A, D, Bm, D, Dm
Oh whoaaaaahahaoh.
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