Biografia:
Rasputina é uma banda de cello-rock. O conceito do grupo surgiu completamente formado; a idéia foi escrita em um manifesto por Melora Creager na década de 1980, inspirada em cenas filmes como E o Vento Levou, Oklahoma, Sete Noivas Para Sete Irmãos, nos quais havia cenas de mulheres em um grande quarto vestindo seus espartilhos e calçolas - ela queria fazer uma banda tirada de cenas assim. Por meio de anúncios no jornal, recrutou jovens cellistas - apenas mulheres - e formou a banda.
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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!
Em C
Smoke rises from an ice factory on the edge,
G D
On the edge of a city that exists in perpetual gloom.
Em C
I snatch a note from the basket of a passing bicycle.
G
It says “Go to the flour factory.
D
There’s something waiting there for you.”
A C
Under the window, covered by curtains,
G D
all lacy and splattered with blood,
Em C
we find crutches in the corner and bullets on she shelves,
G D
which I dismiss at once as being equivalent, irrelevant, in and of themselves.
Em C
Underneath the staircase there’s a mast which flies a flag.
G D
Despite dankness beyond imagining, it floats on to a higher hole.
Em
In tunnels gouged beneath the basement room are, unmistakably,
G D
sets of bloody handprints on a crumbling wall.
Em C G D
Oh, won’t you be there with me for it tonight?
Em C G D
In this hut-to-hut witch hunt down the tunnels of Old Yellowcake,
Em C G D
where all the souls in the city go drowning by starlight,
Em C G D
where each choice you make is a fierce firefight or a new mistake?
Em C
Inside of a room is a cage, is a cage.
G D
It’s made out of chain and glass.
Em C G D
It’s about forty feet high and three feet wide, it was built to last.
Em C G D
It’s against a brick wall in an old muddy corner of a basement tunnel room.
Em C G
There’s a man in the cage in the old muddy corner. He’s asleep but he’ll wake
D
up soon.
A C
Under the window, covered by curtains,
G D
all lacy and splattered with blood,
Em C
we find crutches in the corner and bullets on she shelves,
G D
which I dismiss at once as being equivalent, irrelevant, in and of themselves.
Em C G D
Oh, won’t you be there with me for it tonight?
Em C G D
In this hut-to-hut witch hunt down the tunnels of Old Yellowcake,
Em C G D
where all the souls in the city go drowning by starlight,
Em C G D
where each choice you make is a fierce firefight or a new mistake?
Smoke rises from an ice factory on the edge,
G D
On the edge of a city that exists in perpetual gloom.
Em C
I snatch a note from the basket of a passing bicycle.
G
It says “Go to the flour factory.
D
There’s something waiting there for you.”
A C
Under the window, covered by curtains,
G D
all lacy and splattered with blood,
Em C
we find crutches in the corner and bullets on she shelves,
G D
which I dismiss at once as being equivalent, irrelevant, in and of themselves.
Em C
Underneath the staircase there’s a mast which flies a flag.
G D
Despite dankness beyond imagining, it floats on to a higher hole.
Em
In tunnels gouged beneath the basement room are, unmistakably,
G D
sets of bloody handprints on a crumbling wall.
Em C G D
Oh, won’t you be there with me for it tonight?
Em C G D
In this hut-to-hut witch hunt down the tunnels of Old Yellowcake,
Em C G D
where all the souls in the city go drowning by starlight,
Em C G D
where each choice you make is a fierce firefight or a new mistake?
Em C
Inside of a room is a cage, is a cage.
G D
It’s made out of chain and glass.
Em C G D
It’s about forty feet high and three feet wide, it was built to last.
Em C G D
It’s against a brick wall in an old muddy corner of a basement tunnel room.
Em C G
There’s a man in the cage in the old muddy corner. He’s asleep but he’ll wake
D
up soon.
A C
Under the window, covered by curtains,
G D
all lacy and splattered with blood,
Em C
we find crutches in the corner and bullets on she shelves,
G D
which I dismiss at once as being equivalent, irrelevant, in and of themselves.
Em C G D
Oh, won’t you be there with me for it tonight?
Em C G D
In this hut-to-hut witch hunt down the tunnels of Old Yellowcake,
Em C G D
where all the souls in the city go drowning by starlight,
Em C G D
where each choice you make is a fierce firefight or a new mistake?
Ratto
Rauf & Faik
Raul Midon
Raul Ornelas
Raul Seixas