Biografia:
Quando Willie Nile lançou o seu primeiro álbum, homónimo, em 1980, a imprensa comparou-o a Bob Dylan ou Bruce Springsteen. Mais de uma quarto de século passou o compositor e cantor nova-iorquino confirmou, superando, tudo o que dele se disse, assumindo-se como um dos mais dotados compositores e letristas que Nova Iorque viu nascer nos últimos anos, um expoente incontornável da corrente folk rock que tem criado muita da melhor música norete-americana. O seu último álbum House of a Thounsand Guitars recebeu críticas muito favoráveis.
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Willie Niles slightly disturbing 'cell phones ringing (in the pockets of the dead)' written after 9-11.
I have seen him do this live, it was fantastic!
It's pretty simple and in standard tuning.
I don't expect many will read this but if you are one of the few please feel free to comment/rate
Starts with a short Spanish type intro then:
INTRO: Am C G X8
VERSE 1:
Am C G
Blind man beggin' for a little crust of bread
Am C G
Rich lady wonderin' what the undertaker said
Am C G
Cell phones ringin' in the pockets of the dead
Am C G
Cell phones ringin' in the pockets of the dead
Am C G Am C G
Hey hey, hey hey hey
VERSE 2:
Am C G
Mother nature's lookin' for the hands of father time
Am C G
He's got 'em reachin' for the girl in number nine
Am C G
She's readin' horoscopes lookin' for a sign
Am C G
Waitin' for the train that'll take her down the line
Am C G Am C G
Hey hey, hey hey hey
VERSE 3:
Am C G
Cell phones ringin' in the middle of the street
Am C G
History's tellin' stories that a sailor won't repeat
Am C G
Believers and infidels are fighting in the heat
Am C G
While bodies of the innocent are covered with a sheet
Am C G Am C G Am C G Am C G
Hey hey, hey hey hey I said hey, hey hey hey
BREAK:
F C F C F C G
Everybody's lookin' for what they cannot find
F C F C F C G Em
I'm down here on Bleeker Street tryin' to read your mind
Am C G Am C G
Hey hey, hey hey hey
VERSE 4:
Am C G
Santa Claus and Robinhood are doin' what they can
Am C G
To feed the poor and soak the rich and help their fellow man
Am C G
While senators and congressmen are workin' on a plan
Am C G
To get some more vacation time to get a deeper tan
Am C G Am C G
Hey hey, hey hey hey
VERSE 5:
Am C G
Sheena's in the jungle tryin' hard to keep it real
Am C G
The doctor's in the ale house tryin' to cop a feel
Am C G
The count of Monte Christo wants to make another deal
Am C G
And Dracula's in the kitchen and he's lookin' for a meal
Am C G Am C G Am C G Am C G
Hey hey, hey hey hey I said hey, hey hey hey
BREAK:
F C F C F C G
Everybody's lookin' for what they cannot find
F C F C F C G Em
I'm down here on Bleeker Street tryin' to read your mind
Am C G
Hey hey
SOLO: Am C G X7
VERSE 6 (chords implied but not played):
Am C G
Aristotle's ridin' on a ferryboat to Mars
Am C G
While Juliet is creepin' through the closets of the stars
Am C G
Romeo is on the run, smoking' blue cigars
Am C G
Puttin' cocoa butter on to cover up the scars
VERSE 7:
Am C G
Maggie May and Captain Hook are walkin' down the aisle
Am C G
As the president saunters in astride a crocodile
Am C G
The Ayatolah swears he is not a pedophile
NC
And the Right of man don't mean a damn here in the age of style
Am C G Am C G Am C G Am C G
Hey hey, hey hey hey I said hey, hey hey hey
CHORUS:
Am C G
Cell phones ringin' in the pockets of the dead
Am C G
Cell phones ringin' in the pockets of the dead
Am C G
Cell phones ringin' in the pockets of the dead
Am C G
Cell phones ringin' in the pockets of the dead
Am C G
Cell phones ringin' in the pockets of the dead
Am C G
Cell phones ringin' in the pockets of the dead
Am C G
Cell phones ringin' in the pockets of the dead
Am C G Am (let ring)
Cell phones ringin' in the pockets of the dead
REPRISE:
Am C G Am C G Am C G Am C G
I said hey, hey hey hey, I said hey, hey hey hey
OUTRO:
Am C G
Cell phones ringin' in the pockets of the dead
Am C G
Cell phones ringin' in the pockets of the dead
Am C G
Cell phones ringin' in the pockets of the dead
Am C G Am
Cell phones ringin' in the pockets of the dead
I have seen him do this live, it was fantastic!
It's pretty simple and in standard tuning.
I don't expect many will read this but if you are one of the few please feel free to comment/rate
Starts with a short Spanish type intro then:
INTRO: Am C G X8
VERSE 1:
Am C G
Blind man beggin' for a little crust of bread
Am C G
Rich lady wonderin' what the undertaker said
Am C G
Cell phones ringin' in the pockets of the dead
Am C G
Cell phones ringin' in the pockets of the dead
Am C G Am C G
Hey hey, hey hey hey
VERSE 2:
Am C G
Mother nature's lookin' for the hands of father time
Am C G
He's got 'em reachin' for the girl in number nine
Am C G
She's readin' horoscopes lookin' for a sign
Am C G
Waitin' for the train that'll take her down the line
Am C G Am C G
Hey hey, hey hey hey
VERSE 3:
Am C G
Cell phones ringin' in the middle of the street
Am C G
History's tellin' stories that a sailor won't repeat
Am C G
Believers and infidels are fighting in the heat
Am C G
While bodies of the innocent are covered with a sheet
Am C G Am C G Am C G Am C G
Hey hey, hey hey hey I said hey, hey hey hey
BREAK:
F C F C F C G
Everybody's lookin' for what they cannot find
F C F C F C G Em
I'm down here on Bleeker Street tryin' to read your mind
Am C G Am C G
Hey hey, hey hey hey
VERSE 4:
Am C G
Santa Claus and Robinhood are doin' what they can
Am C G
To feed the poor and soak the rich and help their fellow man
Am C G
While senators and congressmen are workin' on a plan
Am C G
To get some more vacation time to get a deeper tan
Am C G Am C G
Hey hey, hey hey hey
VERSE 5:
Am C G
Sheena's in the jungle tryin' hard to keep it real
Am C G
The doctor's in the ale house tryin' to cop a feel
Am C G
The count of Monte Christo wants to make another deal
Am C G
And Dracula's in the kitchen and he's lookin' for a meal
Am C G Am C G Am C G Am C G
Hey hey, hey hey hey I said hey, hey hey hey
BREAK:
F C F C F C G
Everybody's lookin' for what they cannot find
F C F C F C G Em
I'm down here on Bleeker Street tryin' to read your mind
Am C G
Hey hey
SOLO: Am C G X7
VERSE 6 (chords implied but not played):
Am C G
Aristotle's ridin' on a ferryboat to Mars
Am C G
While Juliet is creepin' through the closets of the stars
Am C G
Romeo is on the run, smoking' blue cigars
Am C G
Puttin' cocoa butter on to cover up the scars
VERSE 7:
Am C G
Maggie May and Captain Hook are walkin' down the aisle
Am C G
As the president saunters in astride a crocodile
Am C G
The Ayatolah swears he is not a pedophile
NC
And the Right of man don't mean a damn here in the age of style
Am C G Am C G Am C G Am C G
Hey hey, hey hey hey I said hey, hey hey hey
CHORUS:
Am C G
Cell phones ringin' in the pockets of the dead
Am C G
Cell phones ringin' in the pockets of the dead
Am C G
Cell phones ringin' in the pockets of the dead
Am C G
Cell phones ringin' in the pockets of the dead
Am C G
Cell phones ringin' in the pockets of the dead
Am C G
Cell phones ringin' in the pockets of the dead
Am C G
Cell phones ringin' in the pockets of the dead
Am C G Am (let ring)
Cell phones ringin' in the pockets of the dead
REPRISE:
Am C G Am C G Am C G Am C G
I said hey, hey hey hey, I said hey, hey hey hey
OUTRO:
Am C G
Cell phones ringin' in the pockets of the dead
Am C G
Cell phones ringin' in the pockets of the dead
Am C G
Cell phones ringin' in the pockets of the dead
Am C G Am
Cell phones ringin' in the pockets of the dead
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