Biografia:
John Townes van Zandt, mais conhecido como apenas Townes van Zandt nasceu em Fort Worth, no Texas, no dia 7 de março de 1944. Foi um grande compositor e cantor de folk, escritor e poeta, muito admirado por grandes nomes do folk-country, como Bob Dylan e Neil Young.
Faleceu em 1997, vítima de substâncias tóxicas.
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Outras músicas:
- At My Window
- Be Here To Love Me
- Cocaine Blues
- Colorado Girl
- Dead Flowers
- Pancho And Lefty
- Poncho and Lefty
- To Live Is To Fly
- Upon My Soul
- Waiting Around To Die
- Waiting Round To Die
- A Song For
- Aint Leavin Your Love
- Alone And Forsaken
- Ballad Of Ira Hayes
- Big Country Blues
- Black Crow Blues
- Black Jack Mama
- Blue Wind Blew
- Brand New Companion
- Brother Flower
- Buckskin Stallion Blues
- Columbine
- Come Tomorrow
- Cowboy Junkies Lament
- Delta Momma Blues
- Dollar Bill Blues
- Dont Let The Sunshine Fool Ya
- Dont Take It Too Bad
- Dont You Take It Too Bad
- Fare Thee Well Miss Carousel
- Flyin Shoes
- For The Sake Of The Song
- Fraulein
- Greensboro Woman
- Heavenly Houseboat Blues
- Hey Willie Boy
- High Low And In Between
- Highway Kind
- I Aint Ever Satisfied
- If I Needed You
- Ill Be Here In The Morning
- Indian Cowboy
- Ira Hayes
- Kathleen
- Katie Belle Blue
- Like A Summer Thursday
- Little Willie The Gambler
- Loretta
- Lovers Lullaby
- Lungs
- Many A Fine Lady
- Marie
- Mr Mudd And Mr Gold
- My Proud Mountains
- No Deal
- No Place To Fall
- None But The Rain
- Nothin
- Only Him Or Me
- Our Mother The Mountain
- Pueblo Waltz
- Quicksilver Daydreams Of Maria
- Rake
- Rexs Blues
- Sad Cinderella
- Saint John The Gambler
- Second Lovers Song
- She Came And She Touched Me
- Sixteen Summers Fifteen Falls
- Snake Mountain Blues
- Snake Song
- Snow Dont Fall
- Snowin On Raton
- St John The Gambler
- Still Looking For You
- Tecumseh Valley
- Texas River Song
- The Catfish Song
- The Hole
- The Silver Ships Of Andilar
- Tower Song
- Turnstyled Junkpiled
- Two Girls
- Two Hands
- Waitin Around To Die
- Waiting For The Day
- When He Offers His Hand
- When Shes Acting This Way
- When Your Dream Lovers Die
- White Freight Liner Blues
- White Freightliner Blues
- You Are Not Needed Now
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!
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She came and she touched me with hands made of heaven
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Reflections sent spinnin' through a face laced in mist.
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Now I stand where she left me buried deep 'neath her shadow
Em F C
And mirror pleads sadly has it all come to this?
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And I wonder, will she call my name?
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Where the wind careens madly through wide windows paneless
Em F C
Fragrances mingle in a room full of shade
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The peons pick partners and waltz 'cross the ceiling
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But the violins whisper, "have I been betrayed?"
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Tryin' not to look ashamed.
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Where the drunkards drink deeply from cups full of nothin'
Em F C
It's ghost-lover's laugh at the games that they play
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While the moments do summersaults into eternity
Em F C
Cling to their coat-tails and beg them to stay
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Sayin', " I got nothin' to hide".
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Where illusions projected on walls made of tiffany
Em F C
Mad minuets to a sad satin song
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The harlequin mandolins harmonize helplessly
Em F C
Hoping that endlessly won't last for long
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Prayin' that their god ain't died.
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Then I turn and I see her in a dress made of moonlight
Em F C
Teardrops like diamonds slide slow down her face
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And her arms they surround me like chains made of velvet
Em F C
And the demons fall faithfully into their place
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And the rivers run with jewels.
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Now the morning lies open, the night went quite quickly
Em F C
Memory harmlessly fractures and fades
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All the poets do push-ups on carpets of rubber foam
Em F C
Loudly they laugh at some joke that's been made
G F G G7
And the wise men speak like fools.
C F C G C F C G
She came and she touched me with hands made of heaven
Em F C
Reflections sent spinnin' through a face laced in mist.
F C G C F C G
Now I stand where she left me buried deep 'neath her shadow
Em F C
And mirror pleads sadly has it all come to this?
G F G G7
And I wonder, will she call my name?
C F C G C F C G
Where the wind careens madly through wide windows paneless
Em F C
Fragrances mingle in a room full of shade
F C G C F C G
The peons pick partners and waltz 'cross the ceiling
Em F C
But the violins whisper, "have I been betrayed?"
G F G G7
Tryin' not to look ashamed.
C F C G C F C G
Where the drunkards drink deeply from cups full of nothin'
Em F C
It's ghost-lover's laugh at the games that they play
F C G C F C G
While the moments do summersaults into eternity
Em F C
Cling to their coat-tails and beg them to stay
G F G G7
Sayin', " I got nothin' to hide".
C F C G C F C G
Where illusions projected on walls made of tiffany
Em F C
Mad minuets to a sad satin song
F C G C F C G
The harlequin mandolins harmonize helplessly
Em F C
Hoping that endlessly won't last for long
G F G G7
Prayin' that their god ain't died.
C F C G C F C G
Then I turn and I see her in a dress made of moonlight
Em F C
Teardrops like diamonds slide slow down her face
F C G C F C G
And her arms they surround me like chains made of velvet
Em F C
And the demons fall faithfully into their place
G F G G7
And the rivers run with jewels.
C F C G C F C G
Now the morning lies open, the night went quite quickly
Em F C
Memory harmlessly fractures and fades
F C G C F C G
All the poets do push-ups on carpets of rubber foam
Em F C
Loudly they laugh at some joke that's been made
G F G G7
And the wise men speak like fools.
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