Biografia:
The honesty in Luca’s voice is impossible to ignore, elevating songs rooted in the folk tradition to soulful hymns about the human condition. With influences from Joni Mitchell to Bob Dylan, Luca's reflective and sometimes melancholic songwriting pulls the listener into a deeply hypnotic meditation on redemption and transcendence.
Based in western Canada, Luca has opened for Dermot Kennedy, Serena Ryder, Hayden, and Frazey Ford, and he has toured in Canada, the US, Australia and Japan.
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"Bluebird" - Luca Fogale - Safety - 2016
Transcribed by wranglingoutlaw
Intro - | G | G | Bm | A |
| G | G | Bm | A |
| A | A | A ..
G
She moves like a ghost
Bm
Sleepless eyes and weathered bones
A G
She is glass, and stone, and all things in between
A Bm
And so it seems
A
That She floats amongst the falling leaves
G | A ..
She is all the places that I have ever been
.. | A | A | A ..
Ohh..
G Bm A G
So maybe You're a bluebird, darling
Bm A G
Tearing through the darkness of My days
Bm A G
Maybe You're a drop of water
Bm A | G ..
Running down the lines upon My face
.. | G | G | G ..
G
'n' A thought from a dream
Bm A
She is the light I've always seen
G A
A raging fire, rolling down the street
Bm
And a port in the storm
A
An everlasting sort of warmth
G | A ..
I see Her eyes in every soul I meet
.. | A | A | A |
G Bm A G
So maybe You're a bluebird, darling
Bm A G
Tearing through the darkness of My days
Bm A G
Maybe You're a drop of water
Bm A | G ..
Running down the lines upon My face
.. | G | G | G ..
G
You pull Me from this -
E
World that can seem loveless
A
Soil that steals My one chance
F# | Bm | Bm | A | A |
Of ever breaking free.........
| G | G | G | G |
| G |
G Bm A G
So maybe You're a bluebird, darling
Bm A G
Tearing through the darkness of My days
Bm A G
Maybe You're a drop of water
Bm A Bm ..
Running down the lines upon My face
Transcribed by wranglingoutlaw
Intro - | G | G | Bm | A |
| G | G | Bm | A |
| A | A | A ..
G
She moves like a ghost
Bm
Sleepless eyes and weathered bones
A G
She is glass, and stone, and all things in between
A Bm
And so it seems
A
That She floats amongst the falling leaves
G | A ..
She is all the places that I have ever been
.. | A | A | A ..
Ohh..
G Bm A G
So maybe You're a bluebird, darling
Bm A G
Tearing through the darkness of My days
Bm A G
Maybe You're a drop of water
Bm A | G ..
Running down the lines upon My face
.. | G | G | G ..
G
'n' A thought from a dream
Bm A
She is the light I've always seen
G A
A raging fire, rolling down the street
Bm
And a port in the storm
A
An everlasting sort of warmth
G | A ..
I see Her eyes in every soul I meet
.. | A | A | A |
G Bm A G
So maybe You're a bluebird, darling
Bm A G
Tearing through the darkness of My days
Bm A G
Maybe You're a drop of water
Bm A | G ..
Running down the lines upon My face
.. | G | G | G ..
G
You pull Me from this -
E
World that can seem loveless
A
Soil that steals My one chance
F# | Bm | Bm | A | A |
Of ever breaking free.........
| G | G | G | G |
| G |
G Bm A G
So maybe You're a bluebird, darling
Bm A G
Tearing through the darkness of My days
Bm A G
Maybe You're a drop of water
Bm A Bm ..
Running down the lines upon My face
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