Biografia:
Adrian Nicholas M. Thaws, mais conhecido como Tricky (Knowle West, 27 de Janeiro de 1968) é um músico e actor inglês. Como produtor e músico, é conhecido por um som obscuro, rico em camadas e um sussurro sprechgesang, estilo lírico. Culturalmente, o artista incentiva uma música rock, particularmente na sua fusão musical de rock e hip hop. O seu álbum de estreia, Maxinquaye, foi indicado para o Mercury Prize e votado "Álbum do Ano" pela revista NME, além de aparecer em listas como os 100 melhores albums dos anos 90 do site pitchfork.
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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!
[Intro]
Bm A Em G
Bm A Em G
[Verse 1: Francesca Belmonte & Tricky]
G Bm
Stills in your pocket, see inside light
A Em
What do you want me to do?
G Em
I don't know my name, and I don't care for friends
How can I take care of you?
G Bm
The stars left, the morning came
A Em
You know I'm just a good time girl
G Bm
Leaving you lonely, I don't care at all
A Em
No, I can't be good for you
G Em
I become weary, you won't get to know me
But what you receive will be pure
G Em
I gave you small doses 'cause my heart's been wasted
A Em
And I can't belong anymore
G Bm
It's closing time, and the aftermath
A Em
His heartache's been coming on slow
G Bm
Warm and he's curling, our lips are enfolding
A Em
Gold on my chest as he falls
[Instrumental]
Em B7 x4
[Verse 2: Francesca Belmonte]
G Bm
Don't be imprisoned by judgments and wisdom
A Em
Come to my lap, be a man
G Bm
I'm off the breast and I'm learning to hunt
A Em
Regiani, yeah, he'd understand
G Bm A Em
Be bold, but don't fight me and don't try to move me, no
G Bm A
No need for Rowlands to wake up the dormant
A Em
The seasons are coming around
[Instrumental]
Em B7 x4
[Verse 1: Francesca Belmonte & Tricky]
G Bm
Stills in your pocket, see inside light
Em
What do you want me to do?
G Em
I don't know my name, and I don't care for friends
How can I take care of you?
G Bm
The stars left, the morning came
A Em
You know I'm just a good time girl
G Bm
Leaving you lonely, I don't care at all
A Em
No, I can't be good for you
G Em
I become weary, you won't get to know me
But what you receive will be pure
G Em
I gave you small doses 'cause my heart's been wasted
A Em
And I can't belong anymore
G Bm
It's closing time, and the aftermath
A Em
His heartache's been coming on slow
G Bm
Warm and he's curling, our lips are enfolding
A Em
Gold on my chest as he falls
[Instrumental]
Em B7 x4
Bm A Em G
Bm A Em G
[Verse 1: Francesca Belmonte & Tricky]
G Bm
Stills in your pocket, see inside light
A Em
What do you want me to do?
G Em
I don't know my name, and I don't care for friends
How can I take care of you?
G Bm
The stars left, the morning came
A Em
You know I'm just a good time girl
G Bm
Leaving you lonely, I don't care at all
A Em
No, I can't be good for you
G Em
I become weary, you won't get to know me
But what you receive will be pure
G Em
I gave you small doses 'cause my heart's been wasted
A Em
And I can't belong anymore
G Bm
It's closing time, and the aftermath
A Em
His heartache's been coming on slow
G Bm
Warm and he's curling, our lips are enfolding
A Em
Gold on my chest as he falls
[Instrumental]
Em B7 x4
[Verse 2: Francesca Belmonte]
G Bm
Don't be imprisoned by judgments and wisdom
A Em
Come to my lap, be a man
G Bm
I'm off the breast and I'm learning to hunt
A Em
Regiani, yeah, he'd understand
G Bm A Em
Be bold, but don't fight me and don't try to move me, no
G Bm A
No need for Rowlands to wake up the dormant
A Em
The seasons are coming around
[Instrumental]
Em B7 x4
[Verse 1: Francesca Belmonte & Tricky]
G Bm
Stills in your pocket, see inside light
Em
What do you want me to do?
G Em
I don't know my name, and I don't care for friends
How can I take care of you?
G Bm
The stars left, the morning came
A Em
You know I'm just a good time girl
G Bm
Leaving you lonely, I don't care at all
A Em
No, I can't be good for you
G Em
I become weary, you won't get to know me
But what you receive will be pure
G Em
I gave you small doses 'cause my heart's been wasted
A Em
And I can't belong anymore
G Bm
It's closing time, and the aftermath
A Em
His heartache's been coming on slow
G Bm
Warm and he's curling, our lips are enfolding
A Em
Gold on my chest as he falls
[Instrumental]
Em B7 x4
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