Biografia:
A cantora, compositora e multi-instrumentista (bandolim, banjo clawhammer e violão) Sarah Jarosz aparentemente nasceu artista - ela já era virtuosa no bandolim quando tinha 10 anos. Nascida em Austin, Texas em 23 de maio de 1991, Sarah não deixou dúvidas sobre para onde seu futuro estava indo, e aos 12 estava tocando com inspirações em David Grisman e Ricky Skaggs no palco. Mas ela realmente não era tão bluegrass como ela era algo mais: uma
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Outras músicas:
- Annabelle Lee
- Back Of My Mind
- Build Me Up From Bones
- Cant Hide
- Come On Up To The House
- Comin Undone
- Gone Too Soon
- Green Lights
- Gypsy
- House Of Mercy
- Left Home
- Little Song
- Long Journey
- Lost Dog
- Mile On The Moon
- Ring Them Bells
- Run Away
- Shankill Butchers
- Some Tyrant
- Take Another Turn
- Take Me Back
- Tell Me True
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 swing-style strum works well with this song)
[INTRO]
Am C Am
[Verse 1]
F
The shankill butchers ride tonight
E
You better shut your windows tight
Am F
They're sharpening their cleavers and their knives
E
And taking all their whiskey by the pint
[Chorus]
Am
'Cause everybody knows
F Am
If you don't mind your mother's words
Am F
A wicked wind will blow
G Am
Your ribbons from your curls
F
Everybody moan, everybody shake
E N.C.
The shankill butchers wanna catch you
Am
Awake
[Verse 2]
Am F
They used to be just like me and you
E
They used to be sweet little boys
Am F
But something went horribly askew
E
Now killing is their only source of joy
[Chorus]
Am
'Cause everybody knows
F Am
If you don't mind your mother's words
Am F
A wicked wind will blow
G Am
Your ribbons from your curls
F
Everybody moan, everybody shake
E N.C.
The shankill butchers wanna catch you
Am
Awake
[Verse 3]
F
The shankill butchers on the rise
E
They're waiting till the dead of night
Am F
They're picking at their fingers with their knives
E
And wiping off their cleavers on their thighs
[Chorus]
Am
'Cause everybody knows...
F Am
If you don't mind your mother's words
Am F
A wicked wind will blow
G Am
Your ribbons from your curls
F
Everybody moan, everybody shake
[Outro]
E
The shankill butchers wanna catch you
E
The shankill butchers wanna cut you
E
The shankill butchers wanna catch you
Am
Awake
Am
Awake
Am
Awake
Am
Awake
[INTRO]
Am C Am
[Verse 1]
F
The shankill butchers ride tonight
E
You better shut your windows tight
Am F
They're sharpening their cleavers and their knives
E
And taking all their whiskey by the pint
[Chorus]
Am
'Cause everybody knows
F Am
If you don't mind your mother's words
Am F
A wicked wind will blow
G Am
Your ribbons from your curls
F
Everybody moan, everybody shake
E N.C.
The shankill butchers wanna catch you
Am
Awake
[Verse 2]
Am F
They used to be just like me and you
E
They used to be sweet little boys
Am F
But something went horribly askew
E
Now killing is their only source of joy
[Chorus]
Am
'Cause everybody knows
F Am
If you don't mind your mother's words
Am F
A wicked wind will blow
G Am
Your ribbons from your curls
F
Everybody moan, everybody shake
E N.C.
The shankill butchers wanna catch you
Am
Awake
[Verse 3]
F
The shankill butchers on the rise
E
They're waiting till the dead of night
Am F
They're picking at their fingers with their knives
E
And wiping off their cleavers on their thighs
[Chorus]
Am
'Cause everybody knows...
F Am
If you don't mind your mother's words
Am F
A wicked wind will blow
G Am
Your ribbons from your curls
F
Everybody moan, everybody shake
[Outro]
E
The shankill butchers wanna catch you
E
The shankill butchers wanna cut you
E
The shankill butchers wanna catch you
Am
Awake
Am
Awake
Am
Awake
Am
Awake
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