Biografia:
Chalk it up to the warm weather and cheap drugs or blame it on Buffalo Springfield, but L.A. grinds out its share of guitar-toting folkies. Recalling L.A.'s early folk days, former Colour guitarist and songwriter Luke MacMaster's Romany Rye has picked up what his Laurel canyon counterparts left behind and wandered down a dusty new path. This album is an eight-chapter narrative of despair, love and everything in between, and it's as compelling as old time religion.
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The Romany Rye - Dear Holly
the break I think is just F and C
capo 2nd
C G F C
Dear Holly, have you seen the rain?
C G F C
I am a ghost town, with seven empty lakes
Em F
And the times they are strange, they show no signs of change
C G C
I am cast down like the belly of a snake
No harvest, no kingdom come
One promise, again to never flood
Calm as the sea, on a day with no breeze
My tears have turned to blood
Backs folding, beneath all the lies
We need water to grow, and wine to die
And the reasons they are few, All my dreams came untrue
And my desire could not be satisfied
Time driftin', across seven blue seas
For strong winds, blow as they please
Under God's great sky, we ask for reasons why
We are all bound to have days like these
Dear Holly, can you feel the rain?
Or the soft breeze, gently to your face
Oh the times they are strange, they are bound to change
Every good man, needs a little break
http://www.myspace.com/theromanyrye
the break I think is just F and C
capo 2nd
C G F C
Dear Holly, have you seen the rain?
C G F C
I am a ghost town, with seven empty lakes
Em F
And the times they are strange, they show no signs of change
C G C
I am cast down like the belly of a snake
No harvest, no kingdom come
One promise, again to never flood
Calm as the sea, on a day with no breeze
My tears have turned to blood
Backs folding, beneath all the lies
We need water to grow, and wine to die
And the reasons they are few, All my dreams came untrue
And my desire could not be satisfied
Time driftin', across seven blue seas
For strong winds, blow as they please
Under God's great sky, we ask for reasons why
We are all bound to have days like these
Dear Holly, can you feel the rain?
Or the soft breeze, gently to your face
Oh the times they are strange, they are bound to change
Every good man, needs a little break
http://www.myspace.com/theromanyrye
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