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 - Long way down
capo 2nd
F G
I came down the hard way,
C Am
With eyes to curse the cruel days
F G C
Lips to laugh the whole night, through
F G
I bought a ladder from a friend,
C Am
That said that I could fly
F G C
Since my thoughts have turned black as midnight
F C G F C G
Cause it's a long way down, long way down
F C G F G
Long way down, from the bottom
From cheap ritz and burgundy,
The stale smell of mystery
I think no one here,
Is quite what they seem
The siren sings the sweet songs,
To Judas on the front lawn
While Dianna's in the bathroom,
Getting stoned
Cause it's a long way down, long way down
Long way down, from the bottom
The ghost of Ophellia,
Said "What you'd like I could steal for ya."
But what you need,
you don't cause to think
Now my voice, could never carry
The lips that gave it wings,
But my smile could tell a lie
With no words
Cause it's a long way down, long way down
Long way down, from the bottom
It's a long way down, long way down
Long way down, from the bottom
http://www.myspace.com/theromanyrye
capo 2nd
F G
I came down the hard way,
C Am
With eyes to curse the cruel days
F G C
Lips to laugh the whole night, through
F G
I bought a ladder from a friend,
C Am
That said that I could fly
F G C
Since my thoughts have turned black as midnight
F C G F C G
Cause it's a long way down, long way down
F C G F G
Long way down, from the bottom
From cheap ritz and burgundy,
The stale smell of mystery
I think no one here,
Is quite what they seem
The siren sings the sweet songs,
To Judas on the front lawn
While Dianna's in the bathroom,
Getting stoned
Cause it's a long way down, long way down
Long way down, from the bottom
The ghost of Ophellia,
Said "What you'd like I could steal for ya."
But what you need,
you don't cause to think
Now my voice, could never carry
The lips that gave it wings,
But my smile could tell a lie
With no words
Cause it's a long way down, long way down
Long way down, from the bottom
It's a long way down, long way down
Long way down, from the bottom
http://www.myspace.com/theromanyrye
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