Biografia:
Peter Mulvey (born 6 September 1969) is an American folk singer-songwriter based in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Since the early 1990s, he has developed a strong national following in the indie folk/rock scene through his relentless touring and critically acclaimed albums. Starting his musical career in Milwaukee while at Marquette University, he honed his performing skills while traveling in Dublin, Ireland. He later spent several years in Boston, where he frequently performed in the city's subway system.
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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!
[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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Houdini’s still stuck in that Doctorow book
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The one place he can never escape
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And your voice on the phone is like one of those paintings
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Where everything loses its shape
G#m
And the girl across the street, she's as light on her feet
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As sunlight bouncing off chrome
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And I'm sad, sad, sad, sad, and far away from home
[Verse 2]
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Once I was standing on a Dublin street corner
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I heard a fiddler pierce the veil of illusion
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And once I got plastered at my best friend’s bar mitzvah
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Once I lived in perfect confusion
G#m
Oh and once I was eleven, once I was just atoms
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Once I was a hilltop in Rome
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Now I’m sad, sad, sad, sad, and far away from home
F# B E B E B F# B
Oh lie, dee-dee, de-de-dee, dee-dee, de-de-dee-dee-dee-dee, de-de-dee, de-de-dee
[Verse 3]
B E B
Now a kiss is just a flower that a bee could return from
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And do his little dance at the hive
B E B
Perhaps it's worth mentioning, as I write this song down
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I am the happiest fucker alive
G#m
For the seashore cries out for the painter to paint it
B F#
And the wind whips the water into foam
B F# E B B F# B
And I'm sad, sad, sad, sad, and far away from home
B F# E B B F# B
Yes I am sad, sad, sad, sad, and I’m far away from home
F# B E B E B F# B
So lie, dee-dee, de-de-dee, dee-dee, de-de-dee-dee-dee-dee, de-de-dee, de-de-dee
B E B B E B
B E E B B E B
[Verse 1]
B E B
Houdini’s still stuck in that Doctorow book
B E B
The one place he can never escape
B E B
And your voice on the phone is like one of those paintings
B F# B
Where everything loses its shape
G#m
And the girl across the street, she's as light on her feet
B F#
As sunlight bouncing off chrome
B F# E B B F# B
And I'm sad, sad, sad, sad, and far away from home
[Verse 2]
B E B
Once I was standing on a Dublin street corner
B E B
I heard a fiddler pierce the veil of illusion
B E B
And once I got plastered at my best friend’s bar mitzvah
B F# B
Once I lived in perfect confusion
G#m
Oh and once I was eleven, once I was just atoms
B F#
Once I was a hilltop in Rome
B F# E B B F# B
Now I’m sad, sad, sad, sad, and far away from home
F# B E B E B F# B
Oh lie, dee-dee, de-de-dee, dee-dee, de-de-dee-dee-dee-dee, de-de-dee, de-de-dee
[Verse 3]
B E B
Now a kiss is just a flower that a bee could return from
B E B
And do his little dance at the hive
B E B
Perhaps it's worth mentioning, as I write this song down
B F# B
I am the happiest fucker alive
G#m
For the seashore cries out for the painter to paint it
B F#
And the wind whips the water into foam
B F# E B B F# B
And I'm sad, sad, sad, sad, and far away from home
B F# E B B F# B
Yes I am sad, sad, sad, sad, and I’m far away from home
F# B E B E B F# B
So lie, dee-dee, de-de-dee, dee-dee, de-de-dee-dee-dee-dee, de-de-dee, de-de-dee
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Peter Plate
Peter Punk
Peter Pux
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